I’ve lived alone for ten-plus years. The only prospect of having spine surgery that was scary for me was trying to figure out how my bandages would be tended to daily. I’ve had someone that’s been willing to help, but it’s been a drain on them. Today, through my hubris of showering after having my wound dressed, I got the bandage wet, it peeled partway off. With a hand mirror, I carefully redressed it myself.
I received an email from the contact that I had spoken to at one of the companies dictating my healthcare benefits. To summarize Part 1, I received a survey that had someone’s email, so I emailed them directly to tell them their company was more concerned with red tape than patient care. This eventually got their attention and they wanted to set up a phone chat to learn more, but unfortunately, it seems they didn’t learn.
“This is probably just vanity, but [user]’s got my scalp and it kind of annoys me that [they] of all people has it – which is probably why [they]’s adorning it.”
“Well if [they] has it adorned there isn’t much we can do”
“Yeah offer a trade maybe”
“True. I’m just leaving it [as-is] because eventually [they]’ll get bored like any other bully, whereas if I get mad or do any trades then that value increases.”
In ENDLESS WAR, I was thrust into a morality decision that I did not like, so I acted or perhaps overreacted in ways that best suit my core thoughts on life. This didn’t make the other happy. When I woke up, I found myself writing my life’s ethos over the period of roughly ten minutes. It’s not a perfect representation of every aspect of my beliefs. However, as a broad starter, I think it’s fair.
Whenever I find myself approaching any degree of writer’s block, I would say that fundamentally it’s because I haven’t had enough freedom to write about whatever I wanted. I always felt confined to particularities. After a night’s rest and reassessment with coffee, I can usually readjust my focus. By the time I write “The Story,” ideally, I would like to have all of these sorts of lessons learned learned, so I can write the novel/series.
The idea popped into my head with such force that it needed to exist. When writing, I usually explore enigmas or posit positions. When drawing, however, it’s usually because there’s an idea that took hold of my mind and won’t let go until I draw it to realization. During the ENDLESS WAR Kickstarter, some of us joked about how the Kickstarter was a fundraiser to repair a fictional van, so I took to drawing that.
There won’t be a dirty joke here. Instead, I want to argue that if you maintain a sensitive area for yourself, where you can let your guard down and be vulnerable, you can go out into the rest of the world with your shields up and weapon ready to do as you please. This can be a physical location or it can be somewhere mental. I won’t tell you mine, but I’ll tell you others’s.
“i’m about to pull a zombiepaper, speak in full sentences” It feels weird when your reputation precedes you, because you imagine you want to uphold a certain quality or standard, but then the thing about ego, following the Prime Directive, or anything else I’ve written about on-topic, is that it’s all a ruse. Who cares? I care what people think only because I don’t want to be seen negatively, but others don’t mind; should I?
I’ve met many partially-famous people over the years, but I stopped being impressed by people after realizing how much of a performance most people put on. They pretend to be suave when they’re scared and we believe it since we can’t see how they’re scared. I respect people that create things I’ve liked for years. What happens, then, when I shifted past being a fan to start interacting with them, therefore, disobeying the prime directive?
I’ve never liked going up on stage to talk to large groups of people, nor talking to large groups of people, or addressing more than two people, but I suppose I’ve been able to get over some of that through sheer force of bullheaded determination. If I need to do something, I’ll shut out the fear, then go do it. Is that what happens when, like I mentioned in Part 1, we ‘disobey the prime directive?’
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