Something Wicked This Way Comes & Why Writers Could Be in Great Danger

What a great article about our culture and how powerful our choices are! It’s aimed at writers, but anyone could get something from this. Read it!

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Today, we are going to take a bit of a sideline from our acrostic. Over the holiday weekend, I was resting up from a nasty bout of bronchitis and puttering around Facebook. I’ve been long frustrated with this new culture of “Everyone’s a Winner.” Back in 2005, my young nephew was in soccer. I recall being horrified that everyone received a trophy.

What was the point for working harder? What gain did it give my nephew that I ran extra drills with him after school and off the practice field? He “won” the same trophy as the kid who showed for one game out of the season.

Trying is all that matters.

Deep. Deep. Never mind the TYPO. The person “tried.”

We see all over the news where schools are attempting to cancel Honors events because those kids who didn’t achieve honors…

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To Fly or Fall?

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There is so much negativity in this world. And for some reason, it spreads faster than all the good stuff. Sometimes I feel like I drown in it. The air is so thick that it’s hard to swallow. But I have to breathe, so I inhale the fumes, longing for some fresh air. It’s so easy to get sucked into the idea that all is lost. Why is it so hard to pick ourselves up out of the dirt that we don’t really want to roll in?

I think we get too comfortable. We feel secure with where we’re at and what we’re doing in the moment. It’s not that we are fulfilled by it, but we don’t have the will or the energy to fight for what we really want. We succumb to the parasite, knowing that it will make us numb. That same parasite gnaws at our dreams until there’s only crumbs left. We become so scared to get out of our comfort zone that we accept the things we loathe.

I feel like I’ve done that with my life. I’ve become stagnant. Not long ago, I was an adventurer taking flight and traveling the world. I was eager to experience everything, even the uncomfortable or the unknown. I still am that person. But because of how I’ve been living the past few years, I’ve become less comfortable pushing the limits.

I’ve begun to believe the lies about the sky falling. I’ve been panicked when I should be calm and worried when I should be enjoying the thrill of the ride. New experiences should be exciting, not frightening. After all, without them, life would be one big blur of monotony. The only way to grow individually is to be challenged individually.

I can’t expect to develop into a better person by sitting around waiting for it to happen. It’s time for some action on my part. I have to remove myself from the dullness of my box and get back out there. It’s certainly time for a new route along this journey.

Cliff diving would be the perfect symbolic initiation into a new adventure. I’d like to view it as a short flight rather than a fall. But then, I am a dreamer.

I’m so ready to let go, take the leap, and linger in the air just long enough to be able to savor the crisp, cold water at the bottom. Let’s go diving!

 

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Nice Guys Finish Last….ish?

We’ve all heard that saying: Nice guys finish last. And it seems to be true more often than not. The people shoving to the front of the line end up going first and the whiners tend to get their way (if only to shut them up).

When you’re the nice guy, it can really suck the life out of you to be repaid with rudeness or an instant reprimand when you are trying to be kind or to do the right thing.

I used to be a waitress. I’m not going to lie: I was awful. That is not my calling (Thank goodness!). At one restaurant I worked at, there would be a certain family that would come in. They sucked down Dr. Pepper like they’d come from the desert and they expected refills without delay. I’m not kidding, I had to come with a refill within 2 minutes of them sitting down.

The worst part was that it didn’t matter how perfect my service, food, and timing was, they always found something to complain about. And often, our manager would cater to them and give them free meals. This perpetuated the problem. They consistently came in to complain and get a free meal. And because they were so vocal, they got what they wanted every single time. I could have gotten over this, but another consistency was the tip. It was always meager if they tipped you at all. And I was making $2.13 per hour.

So I think the real line should be: Nice guys never get instant gratification. Okay, so that’s not as catchy, but that’s where I’m going with all this. The whiny, aggressive, confrontational people do often get what they want (and very quickly in many cases). But I like to think the nice guys will someday get their due. And I hope it’s ten-fold better than whatever instant reward the rude people get for making a scene out at a restaurant.