Part 1: Handling "Dangly-meat"
There are times when people string you along.
They offer rewards that they intend not to give.
I call this "dangly-meat".
Sometimes you have to tell yourself;
"If you get this dangly-meat it will be rotten."
"It will be Rancid"
"It will be full of maggots."
"It will make you sick."
"It will poison you."
"You will wish that you had JUST CUT THE LINE!"
You can not
do this with all things.
You must have the wisdom to know yourself
well enough to KNOW that cutting what you are cutting, even if "good" in the end, will benefit you in the long-run, and that even *IF* all ends well, it will not have been worth the pain and suffering.
"A thousand lives lost to save a hundred."
You will *NEVER* achieve 100% accuracy.
That's not the point.
The point is making sure that you come out as best as you can.
Damage control is the point.
I'm abandoning ship.
I'll man the life rafts that I can.
I will save what I can, but I'm getting off
of this sinking nightmare
I'll make the tiny, limited "happy endings" that I can.
I am one person.
I can't fend off the tides.
I can't save the world, but I can defend a few precious shards of it.
I can't look at this as cowardice, merely a matter beyond my mortal capabilities.
It is a victory, for I am closer to understanding my own limits.
This being said, on to the next subject at hand...Part 2: Ian Flynn, you cruel bastard.
Exploring the deepest depths of despair.
This is REALITY.
This is what we go to fantasy to ESCAPE!
During the first and second World Wars, Super Heroes were created.
They were made to give us hope. To light our darkest hours.
In this darkest of hours, Ian Flynn, you have killed the light.
You terrible writer.
You terrible "artist".
You terrible man.
You terrible human being.
You terrible excuse for a carbon-based life form.
I have never met you, so I can not say that I hate you
But I hate and despise what you have done
I curse your work with all my heart.
And I curse you with all the force I have at my disposal, however tiny and insignificant it may be.
Damn you to Hell, Ian Flynn.
Whatever, wherever "Hell" may be, I solemnly wish it to you.
I know you will never see this. No matter.
I have spoken my peace.
Rest in Peace, Princess Sally Alicia Acorn Prime
11/1992 - 10/2011
You are loved, and will be missed.