An Introspective Retrospective of a Prospective Genius

Wise Up

So, I'm still really disappointed in the debacle that was The Ring 2. Honestly, it was like watching Bill Murray get screwed out of his Oscar for Lost in Translation. I feel that bad about The Ring 2. How could something so great go so very wrong? Ugh...

In other news, I'm still working on my zombie story. I'm about half done, but I won't post anymore until it's complete. As a friend and mentor pointed out, half written stories don't mean anything. It's the finished ones that count. So, when will it be finished? It will be posted here on Wednesday. I've said it, so I can't punk out.

Having goals and deadlines is really helping. "I'll do it later" used to be my constant internal monologue, but that was no way to get things done. I was in a total rut. I felt like a gimpy cliche. World of Warcraft as much as possible, game reviews when needed, assistive technology peddling and the constant thought that nothing will ever change. Obviously, there's more to life than games and AT. I want some of the other stuff, but I saw no way to get it. Thus I was just bored and kind of bitter. I felt kind of like Aimee Mann's It's Not.

I keep going round and round on the same old circuit.
A wire travles underground to a vacant lot.
Where something I can't see interrupts the current.
And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot.
And from behind the screen, it can look so perfect.
But it's not.

So here im sittin in my car at the same old stop light.
I keep waiting for a change, but I don't know what.
So red turns into green, turning into yellow.
But I'm just frozen here on the same old spot.
And all I have to do is press the pedal.
But I'm not. No I'm not.

Well people are tricky,
You can't afford to show,
anything risky, anything they don't know.
The moment you try, well kiss it goodbye.

So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator.
And let me fall into the dream of the astrounaut.
Where I get lost in space that goes on forever.
And you make all the rest just an after thought.
And I believe it's you who could make it better.
But it's not. No it's not.

Then I realized something, you get what you give. If all I do is think negatively, negativity is all I'll ever get back. One can't expect things to happen TO them, one has to do whatever it takes to MAKE things happen. So, if I throw off my melancholy and start getting productive, things will work out. All the things and people that I let bring me down don't matter. To paraphrase one of my favorite little quotes from Dawn of the Dead, fuck the fuckers. A blunt, but appropriate summation, no?

Like the song says, it's not going to stop till' you wise up...

Posted by Mike at March 20, 2005 11:49 PM