The Game

Headbutt.

First things first: doubles and Michelle provide inspiration.

There's a lot of times when I feel the need to write, but I can't think of a topic. This is not one of those times. Instead, I have a topic that needs to be written about, but I can't think of the right way to do it.

It's not a matter of creating some kind of story to get my point across. I could do that, but it would never actually tell the story exactly how it should be told. And the part hasn't been reached yet where someone would say, "you know, screw it" and just go for broke. Could that point be reached? Definitely, but not yet.

You see, it's all about waiting. Patience. Sitting around asking your roommate, "what in the hell is going on?" Now, I can be a patient person sometimes. But if there's one thing in the world I hate doing, it's waiting. It's waiting and doing the work before you get to that finish line. I'd much rather just get to the finish line first. But there's one huge problem with all of this.

The waiting is inevitable.

You can't get around it. You just have to kind of do it, all the while wondering. And with a brain as highly advanced as mine (editor's note: hah! Whatever.) that wondering can be merciless. You know it's coming, but there's nothing you can do until next time. When's next time? Who knows.

But that's the thing. Even though your brain gets eaten alive, you keep doing it. Why?

You do it for the chance at that next time.

It's all in the Hotel Paper.

K bye.