***HOTHEADEDNESS***
I can count the number of travesties going on in this world
on one hand…and the other hand…and my toes…and my teeth…and my hair. I may talk
briefly about them online, but that’s about it. People always say that taking
calculated risks is better than being passive in the shadows. They say if you
don’t take risks, you haven’t really lived at all. Is that true? What if you
choose to live safely because every one of your risks has ended badly? Am I
suddenly supposed to live up to someone else’s standards of bravery by having
more shitty results? Is it too much to ask that at least one of my bold risks
pays 100% interest? So yes, I’ve lived in my safe place for several years now
and I like it just fine.
Basically, what the failure of these risks boil down to is
that I’m extremely hotheaded when it comes to confrontation and debate. Every
time I’m challenged, my blood goes cold, my stomach feels ill, my mouth goes
dry, and my Benedict Arnold of a brain shuts down when I need it the most. Once
all is said and done, I dwell on these confrontations for several days, weeks,
or even months. As I’ve stated several times, I’m autistic and schizophrenic,
so that means a huge increase in sensitivity. The more sensitive you are to
negative stimuli, the more you’ll want to avoid them.
If you were a psychologist trying to pick my brain, I guess
you could say that the reason I love writing violent stories so much is because
I secretly wish I could do those horrible things to my opponents. If I had the
muscles and heavy weaponry of my favorite barbarian Deus Shadowheart, there
would be a lot of dead bodies lying around. If I had the power of psychomancy
like Tony Castle did, I could simply make my opponents feel just as sensitive
and nervous as me. Writing violent stories is my own personal way of making
gratuitous bloodshed legal.
But writing bloody stories doesn’t really solve anything,
does it. Come to think of it, punching a guy in the face doesn’t do much
either. Anger begets more anger. Hate begets more hate. While I realize how
powerful of a force love can be, when I get into hotheaded mode, I’m not
thinking about love. I’m either thinking about getting the hell out of my
situation or beating some ass. I think even less about love when my
schizophrenic mind shoves the incident in my face over the next few days and
interferes with my life.
So there you have it, guys. Until there’s a cure for
hotheadedness and oversensitivity, you won’t see me in the picket line or on
the battlefield. Taking deep breaths does nothing, because while you’re trying
to calm yourself down, your opponent will have already made the next move. And
then you’re several moves behind and before you know it you’ve been bested by
someone who is clearly in the wrong.
The best I can do for the cause is continue to write my
bloody stories, pen heartfelt poetry, and vote my ass off. Sharing memes
doesn’t do a whole lot, because let’s face it, nobody ever changed their mind
because of a stupid meme. At least when I’m creating art from the shadows
(a.k.a. “the safe place”), I’m getting some bang for my buck. What do I get for
going to people’s houses and telling them what’s what? A black eye? A bruised
ego? A bullet in my chest? Those would be preferable to an overly hot head. I’m
not just talking about any hot head, but one that could bake a sheet of
chocolate chip cookies.
I am by no means a cowardly person. I’m just a guy with
awkward brain chemistry and too many lost chances. Even something as simple as
applying for a job at What Culture could be considered a calculated risk. It
could either mean a lifetime of writing kick-ass articles and being around
funny people, or it could mean stressing myself out and not knowing what the
hell I’m doing. Seeing as how I have a limited knowledge of pop culture, I’m
guessing the latter of those two would be more likely. Why crash and burn when
I don’t have to?
Living in a stress-free environment is paramount to the
recovery of a mentally disabled human being; every psychologist will tell you
this. It’s part of the reason why mental disabilities are grounds for gaining
social security benefits: because working in, say, a customer service job would
unleash the demons inside. While it is true that level-headed people feel
stressed out at work too, disabled people feel it a hundred times worse. We
can’t in all good conscious leave these people with no income, so that’s where
social security comes in. That’s a talking point I’ll defend until the end,
hotheaded or not.
Do I have the power to change the world? I don’t know,
buddy, do you? Does anybody? Does any group of people have a loud enough voice
to bring change to this mad world? Some people get noticed, some people get
ignored. If everybody got noticed, we’d have a much happier world, wouldn’t you
agree?
***WEEKLY SHORT STORY CONTESTS AND COMPANY***
It’s a new week at the WSS and wouldn’t you know it, the
admins used my prompt suggestion “Inner Voice” (I wonder how I thought of that
one). My story this week will be called “Madhouse” and it goes like this:
CHARACTERS:
- Joe Fields, Artillerist Mercenary
- Random Hallucinations
PROMPT CONFORMITY: One of Joe’s hallucinations is his inner
voice.
SYNOPSIS: With bulky steel armor and chain guns mounted on
either hand, Joe attempts to hunt down a bounty head in the middle of a bamboo
forest. He stumbles upon a Japanese-style temple thinking that this is where
the criminal is hiding. When he busts down the doors, he finds that nobody is
there and he tries to leave. Instead of a clear escape, Joe begins having hallucinations
of ghosts, samurais, ninjas, and other warriors attacking him at random angles.
The vulgar mercenary begins to slowly go insane as he fights off these
tormenting phantoms. Joe is convinced that there’s a conspiracy against him,
but this belief only contributes to the degeneration of his mind.
FUN FACT: I guess Mr. Fields secretly has a hot head.
***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***
I’ve tried twice to draw Knox from “Emoticon Artist”, but
these attempts were met with me throwing both pieces of paper in the garbage.
I’ll eventually find a good model for my orc warrior, just not tonight.
***COMEDIC QUOTE OF THE DAY***
“Protesting is a lot like having sex. You can scream and be
as wild as you want. You can even do it all night long. But if something starts
to burn, then maybe it’s time to go to bed.”
-Trevor Noah-
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