Growing up, I was most interested in observing the peripheries of things. I explored through the lens of an outsider many fictional videogame worlds to see their hidden nuances. I explored my own imagination to figure out myself and explored reality with equal lenses. I wonder, now that our innocent childhoods are replaced with real life, do we want to explore our realities fully? Do we want to see unedited monuments? What is objective truth?
I used to profoundly respect anyone’s opinion. It’s not that I’m some kind of awful curmudgeon now. More that I refuse to freely accept anyone’s subjectivities about the world, or myself, until I’ve listened with my empathically critical ear to validate their true intentions. If the argument is reasonable enough, I’ll buy it. If not, I move on with my life. Why obsess over negative thoughts? Why not forget and carry on? That’s easy, right?
Through many thousands of words on self-improvement, “you’ll be fine” should be the overarching mantra that glues it all together. We must now endure an unprecedented amount of stress, from work and others, in this modern reality. Wasn’t the future suppose to be easier? More stress-free? Instead we must find coping mechanisms in inebriation, toys, and escapism to cope. “What happened? We never used to need to worry like this.” “It’s stress. It affects everything [2,3].”
When will I throw out my favorite hoodie? It will take over 2 hours to sew its disintegrating seams. My concert hoodie could replace it, or I could find another. I have too many positive memories wearing it to destroy it. So will I keep repairing it until there’s nothing left? Is there a definitive point when we should destroy the things that served us before in favor of things that could serve us more efficiently?
What happens when our egos shatter? Isn’t that it? Will we ever be the same as we were before cracking that egg? Our self-confidence, our pride in ourselves and what we’re able to accomplish with our lives, our egos, well, they’re not eggs! I took this photo the morning before the most recent time, and hopefully the last time, my ego cracked. With time, I reinforced my self-confidence to be better than before. Here’s how:
Slightly mixing up the format of this week’s update to “The Story.” My spontaneous 500-word short stories are unplanned story jams. My 6,000-word short story contribution to the Keyboard Kommander Story Mode is more planned out. These and more are practice for my 500,000+ word plans with “The Story,” primarily featuring Trishna (left) and John. They’re human characters, with personality flaws, so let’s cover some of their blemishes. Here’s the mix: in potentially their own words?!
Spoiler Warning Scale: Minor (in-depth character development)
WANNA READ SOME PRACTICE FOR HOW TRISHNA AND JOHN MIGHT WRITE OR TALK? KEEP ON READING!
Two early physical representations for the main characters of “The Story” were Star Wars characters. I scrapped those in favor of infinitely more customizable LEGO minifigs, shown below, for Trishna and John. Along with developing my writing and their backstory through weekly updates, I’ve been developing their physical representations through new props and modifications. After overdoing adjustments to John’s right arm, requiring some superglue repair, I wondered: Could their impairments be completely repaired through surgery?
Spoiler Warning Scale: Minor (character/world building)
WANNA CONSIDER HOW MUCH CAN BE FIXED? KEEP ON READING!
An offensive smell bombarded the Goodwill Outlet store. Part of the morning duties for the front-end staff involve spraying down the halls. Catching a good whiff can bring me back to my back-end work for competitor Value Village where I’d jump into trailers to salvage donations, receive donations, and clean. I can’t tell you how many destroyed jigsaw puzzles I swept into the trash. At least one per week, if not daily, because the box wasn’t taped or it fell apart. So that smell was probably the result of a stinker causing this humble piece of pop culture to explode.