Nightweaver20xx
Evil
I’m starting to think that I’m one of those “timid souls” mentioned by TR so many years ago. To whit:
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Very seldom in my life have I ever dared to do anything outside of my comfort zone. I’m like the alternate universe version of Captain Picard, Lieutenant Picard:
I have rarely tried to do anything I didn’t know I could succeed at, and thus, have worn a deep rut of mediocrity that threatens to overwhelm me. I haven’t tried dating… ever. Here’s my entire romantic life, in total: In 2002 I flew down to Florida to visit a young woman I barely knew because I liked a piece of Sonic fanart she drew. I am not even kidding you. While I was there I got rear-ended trying to take her to SeaWorld. We never hooked up. In 2003 I flew to Minnesota to have a four-way with three other Sonic fans. We thought we’d stay together forever. One of them flew out to stay with me for three months and then grew sick of my bullshit and flew home. I hacked her website in revenge and nearly got arrested for it. Just last year I wrote a sexually suggestive email to one of my co-workers, thinking she was interested in me. I was promptly called on the carpet by my boss and summarily fired for sexual harassment.
I’m 37 years old now. Do you know what that’s like? To watch yourself piss your own life away because you’re scared to try? I’m not a man. I’m a little boy, still bound to his mother’s purse strings and emotional support.
Do you know that line from the season 5 song, “You can’t have a nightmare if you never dream?” That’s me. All I do is drink and play video games and chat with you people online and rarely leave my apartment now. I have no real friends, no girlfriend, very few job prospects and with my mother in poor health, very little hope left.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Very seldom in my life have I ever dared to do anything outside of my comfort zone. I’m like the alternate universe version of Captain Picard, Lieutenant Picard:
I have rarely tried to do anything I didn’t know I could succeed at, and thus, have worn a deep rut of mediocrity that threatens to overwhelm me. I haven’t tried dating… ever. Here’s my entire romantic life, in total: In 2002 I flew down to Florida to visit a young woman I barely knew because I liked a piece of Sonic fanart she drew. I am not even kidding you. While I was there I got rear-ended trying to take her to SeaWorld. We never hooked up. In 2003 I flew to Minnesota to have a four-way with three other Sonic fans. We thought we’d stay together forever. One of them flew out to stay with me for three months and then grew sick of my bullshit and flew home. I hacked her website in revenge and nearly got arrested for it. Just last year I wrote a sexually suggestive email to one of my co-workers, thinking she was interested in me. I was promptly called on the carpet by my boss and summarily fired for sexual harassment.
I’m 37 years old now. Do you know what that’s like? To watch yourself piss your own life away because you’re scared to try? I’m not a man. I’m a little boy, still bound to his mother’s purse strings and emotional support.
Do you know that line from the season 5 song, “You can’t have a nightmare if you never dream?” That’s me. All I do is drink and play video games and chat with you people online and rarely leave my apartment now. I have no real friends, no girlfriend, very few job prospects and with my mother in poor health, very little hope left.