Yeah bet you thought you were done with these! Not so fast.
The thing about writing post-apocalyptic stories is you look to find how far you can push a character and have them still hold onto their humanity. In my series there are two ways it can go…a character can go primal, losing their humanity, or they can become primed finding their end of the world self.
In my younger years I thought this was something that only existed in works of fiction. The older I’ve become the more I see it was a real world trait. The decisions people are faced with every day can change the course of their life.
So this tip is know your line before you get to it.
“You’re a bridge. Women date you and they go from where they are to where they need to be” sort of a more poetic version of good luck chuck I suppose. True or false I’m not quite sure, insult or not, I’m also not sure. But it is a statement I take some pride in as I try to think it means I have a positive difference in the lives of those I date and help them find their way to the people they need to be for the right person(that or I’m such a horrendous partner that after me they will settle for anything)
“You should have known better than to ever make a bet with Justin, even when he loses he wins”
In this edition of might not be a compliment we see that I am not someone to ever let name the stakes of a bet. I will be certain to put the wording in my favor and before it’s agreed upon it’s usually more of an I’m either going to win what I want, or something else I want. (A college go to was betting a girl something where the loser had to make dinner, either way I got the date)
I’m not sure if this is a compliment but I am taking it as such that I can usually maneuver the English language to my benefit. The lesson I have learned from this in life is most people hear what they want to hear, not what you’re saying. So phrase it in a way that their brain will interpret what they want it to be and you can have the outcome you want.
And more importantly, when not making bets, be certain what you’re saying is being heard as you want to be heard, not as the receiver wants to hear it.
When I was younger(obviously since I’m writing the story it had to have happened when I was younger…if I was grading this paper I’d of cut that from it…but I’m not so enjoy my waste of words) a friend of mine had just listened to the song NO HANDLEBARS. Quick summary of the song for those of you who don’t know it is there are two friends growing up and through a series of one ups one of those friends becomes a dictator, the other opposes him. This friend told me that he would trust knowing that if he ever became a dictator I’d be the one to assassinate him.
Soooooo part of me is like am I that heartless, or am I that logical. But in the end I take the positive of they’d trust me to do the right thing over my emotion and their best judgement. I can’t say it’s true, but this concludes another edition of not sure if this is a compliment.
So, there have been a lot of things said to me over the years. Some may have been intended negatively, others were not. But these have stuck with me so I’ll share them with you.
In a group of my writing friends a few years back we were figuring out who would be who in Star Wars.
One of my friends suggested they’d be chewie to my Han. I was happy with this, but then another friend corrected that I would be Darth Vader.
After a bit of discussion I couldn’t really disagree, I’m without emotion, always trying to win, might be a bit evil, but will do the right thing in the end.
And ironically I have a Darth Vader that has sat proudly on my writing desk for 17 years.
I accept my Vaderness.
Stay tuned for the next one
I feel owe you guys something good. Stay tuned.
Remember when something breaks you have two choices: quit or carry on. Obstacles will always be in your way but that’s no excuse to not finish what you start.
I hate this thing. I hate more feeling weak enough I need it. I’ve always tried to hide it, but figured I should embrace my damages these days.
But I always wonder was Achilles invulnerable other than his heel or did he just believe it well enough that it became true?
During a phone call with my dad this evening he pointed out I hadn’t posted in a while. The long and short of it is I am tired. Reaching that point of the semester with teaching/coaching/recruiting that I am exhausted.
So as I sit here on my treadmill getting up the motivation to run I look back a few hours into my day when my girls were so spent that they had to drag themselves out of the water.
I feel as long as I am putting other humans through such tortures I should be no exception.
My legs hurt. My knee is sore as shit. My hip is out of alignment. My back feels like someone took a whip to it. My shoulders are in no way pleasant. And most difficultly my mind is broke at the moment.
But that’s why I have to stand up, go for a run, finish homework, and put some words on the page before I sleep.
My father made sure I was stronger than life. So I run, and as I run I’m reminded of the words of my good friend Tim Smith as spoken as he drug my dying ass on a run around Wilkes-Barre during out masters… “every runner is running toward something or away from it.”