Post by Danger10 on Apr 29, 2016 23:40:30 GMT -5
I walk into my apartment and throw my keys on the counter. My roommate Grady is sitting on our recliner with a bowl of soup watching the latest popular reality show. I say nothing as I slouch down on the couch nearby.
“What’s up?” He asks.
I respond by shaking my head. He accepts that response and turns his attention back to his show. On the TV the 2 stars are complaining about the latest misgivings in their lives. One of these ladies is the daughter of a former athlete while the other is the daughter of an entertainer so it’s hard for me to sympathize with either considering they were both born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They had it all as soon as they were even born.
“Why do you even watch this nonsense?" I ask him grumpily but curiously.
“What’s wrong with it?” He wonders as he continues eating his soup.
“They’re just a couple of annoying spoiled brats,“ I tell him pointing to the TV.
“Yeah, but they’re super hot!“ He declares, “plus it’s entertaining.“
“I don’t get what’s entertaining about it,” I say watching the TV confused as to why this show is so popular. “All I ever see them do is complain about this or complain about that.”
Ignoring me he just continues to stare at the TV with a blank look on his face, almost like a brain dead zombie. Hell, I guess you have to be brain dead to enjoy this crap. I turn my attention over to the TV as the stars of the show continue their crying. I just can't seem to understand how this show or these women are popular. They're not making any kind of positive impact in the world yet people, mostly teenage girls, seem to idolize them. And I'll never understand why. I watch quietly for a few more minutes before declaring, "This show and anybody who enjoys this show is just plain stupid!"
"What's your problem?!" He asks, obviously not happy with my statement and sensing my frustration.
"Nothing," I reply, "it's just this show has no real plot, these 2 chicks have no talent yet you, and apparently millions of other people, love them. It makes no sense to me. What have they ever done to deserve all that money and fame?"
"1st of all why do you care? And 2nd you and I both know that's what's really bothering you," he looks at me and as he points to our door he says,"something was bugging you from the moment you walked in here, I could tell."
He's right, I just didn't want to acknowledge or talk about it. "Ugh, it's that altercation at that convenient store," I say annoyed, "and of course somebody had to record it on their phone and upload it to the internet for the world to see."
"So, who cares that you beat up a couple of punks," he says as he shrugs his shoulders as if to say "oh well."
"I do!" I tell him. "I had a meeting with a bookstore downtown. I was hoping to work out a deal to help college students get their textbooks cheaper. After a little bit of negative press I got from that video, they cancelled the meeting."
"Don't worry about it champ," he puts his bowl down and looks me in the eye, "this will all blow over eventually and then I'm sure the bookstore will be willing to meet you." He picks his bowl back up and continues eating, "it's really not that big of a deal."
"Not a big deal?" I shoot back, "That project will help thousands of struggling students. And I let them down! What about sponsors? Do you think they will be willing to back me after seeing that video?" I ask him worriedly and with a little bit of attitude.
He continues digging into his soup, "Like I said this will all blow over eventually, you just got to wait for the storm to pass, that's all."
I appreciate his support but his words do little to soothe me. I lay my head back and close my eyes in an attempt to get lost in thought. Grady just doesn't understand how much this college textbook project means to me. I was really looking forward to helping out young college students trying to carve out a future for themselves. My train of thought is interrupted when I feel a vibration in my pocket. I pull out my phone and check the ID. It's Sean and I know he's calling me about my upcoming match at Black Hole Sun. But I just don't feel like talking to him or anybody right now. Nor do I feel like training or even thinking about my match.
"Are you gonna answer that?" Grady asks looking in my direction.
"It's Sean," I tell him as I study my phone, "I just don't feel like training right now, you know?" I say as I hit the ignore button.
"No, I don't know," he replies.
It's not that he doesn't know, it's that he doesn't agree and that's his way of saying so.
"Regardless," he continues, "the bottom line is you got to move on. You're only holding yourself back."
I hate to admit it but he's right, about everything. I know he's right. I need to move on. I need to forget about it. I need to focus. Move on from the altercation at the convenient store. Forget about the cancelled meeting at the bookstore. Focus on Skinner and Hall. I'm sure their focus isn't wavering the least bit. And I do need to train with Sean. I still have numerous goals within the WFWF that I want to accomplish, goals that I need to work towards. If I know all of this so why is it all so hard? Why is it so hard to move on? To forget? To Focus? What the hell is going on with me? I know that greatness is in me, I just can't seem to tap into that potential. Is it me? What am I doing wrong here? Is it Sean? Has he not led me down the right path? And who the hell has these answers?
I wish I did...
I wish I did.
“What’s up?” He asks.
I respond by shaking my head. He accepts that response and turns his attention back to his show. On the TV the 2 stars are complaining about the latest misgivings in their lives. One of these ladies is the daughter of a former athlete while the other is the daughter of an entertainer so it’s hard for me to sympathize with either considering they were both born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They had it all as soon as they were even born.
“Why do you even watch this nonsense?" I ask him grumpily but curiously.
“What’s wrong with it?” He wonders as he continues eating his soup.
“They’re just a couple of annoying spoiled brats,“ I tell him pointing to the TV.
“Yeah, but they’re super hot!“ He declares, “plus it’s entertaining.“
“I don’t get what’s entertaining about it,” I say watching the TV confused as to why this show is so popular. “All I ever see them do is complain about this or complain about that.”
Ignoring me he just continues to stare at the TV with a blank look on his face, almost like a brain dead zombie. Hell, I guess you have to be brain dead to enjoy this crap. I turn my attention over to the TV as the stars of the show continue their crying. I just can't seem to understand how this show or these women are popular. They're not making any kind of positive impact in the world yet people, mostly teenage girls, seem to idolize them. And I'll never understand why. I watch quietly for a few more minutes before declaring, "This show and anybody who enjoys this show is just plain stupid!"
"What's your problem?!" He asks, obviously not happy with my statement and sensing my frustration.
"Nothing," I reply, "it's just this show has no real plot, these 2 chicks have no talent yet you, and apparently millions of other people, love them. It makes no sense to me. What have they ever done to deserve all that money and fame?"
"1st of all why do you care? And 2nd you and I both know that's what's really bothering you," he looks at me and as he points to our door he says,"something was bugging you from the moment you walked in here, I could tell."
He's right, I just didn't want to acknowledge or talk about it. "Ugh, it's that altercation at that convenient store," I say annoyed, "and of course somebody had to record it on their phone and upload it to the internet for the world to see."
"So, who cares that you beat up a couple of punks," he says as he shrugs his shoulders as if to say "oh well."
"I do!" I tell him. "I had a meeting with a bookstore downtown. I was hoping to work out a deal to help college students get their textbooks cheaper. After a little bit of negative press I got from that video, they cancelled the meeting."
"Don't worry about it champ," he puts his bowl down and looks me in the eye, "this will all blow over eventually and then I'm sure the bookstore will be willing to meet you." He picks his bowl back up and continues eating, "it's really not that big of a deal."
"Not a big deal?" I shoot back, "That project will help thousands of struggling students. And I let them down! What about sponsors? Do you think they will be willing to back me after seeing that video?" I ask him worriedly and with a little bit of attitude.
He continues digging into his soup, "Like I said this will all blow over eventually, you just got to wait for the storm to pass, that's all."
I appreciate his support but his words do little to soothe me. I lay my head back and close my eyes in an attempt to get lost in thought. Grady just doesn't understand how much this college textbook project means to me. I was really looking forward to helping out young college students trying to carve out a future for themselves. My train of thought is interrupted when I feel a vibration in my pocket. I pull out my phone and check the ID. It's Sean and I know he's calling me about my upcoming match at Black Hole Sun. But I just don't feel like talking to him or anybody right now. Nor do I feel like training or even thinking about my match.
"Are you gonna answer that?" Grady asks looking in my direction.
"It's Sean," I tell him as I study my phone, "I just don't feel like training right now, you know?" I say as I hit the ignore button.
"No, I don't know," he replies.
It's not that he doesn't know, it's that he doesn't agree and that's his way of saying so.
"Regardless," he continues, "the bottom line is you got to move on. You're only holding yourself back."
I hate to admit it but he's right, about everything. I know he's right. I need to move on. I need to forget about it. I need to focus. Move on from the altercation at the convenient store. Forget about the cancelled meeting at the bookstore. Focus on Skinner and Hall. I'm sure their focus isn't wavering the least bit. And I do need to train with Sean. I still have numerous goals within the WFWF that I want to accomplish, goals that I need to work towards. If I know all of this so why is it all so hard? Why is it so hard to move on? To forget? To Focus? What the hell is going on with me? I know that greatness is in me, I just can't seem to tap into that potential. Is it me? What am I doing wrong here? Is it Sean? Has he not led me down the right path? And who the hell has these answers?
I wish I did...
I wish I did.