Johnny Be Good?

Frankly, I'm sick of this. There is your subjective view-point. Objectively, it is this situation, and Manziel's behavior. I am inclined to predict that he will be the only freshman ever to win the Heisman Trophy. The great plays, the demeanor to stay in the pocket, or to decide to keep a play alive by running has been dwarfed by his “off the field antics.” I'm not going to say, “let a kid be a kid.” We should all know where that gets us. Then why don't we let a popular football player and collegiate athlete live where he belongs: “the lime-light.”

This award was given to “Johnny Football.” Maybe it should have been given to another controversial student-athlete in Manti T'eo? Would the cameras still be following him around. I have a guess that if you beat Alabama on any given day one would gain some publicity. Manziel didn't win the award. Instead, he won notoriety. He has done almost everything wrong, except be himself. I thought our society rewarded that.

“Do the talking on the field.” It is common. “Let others talk while you are off it.” Not so common. Embrace instead of erase. This isn't a matter of stature but of ignorance. Write what you write and watch a kid from afar to make a mistake. I only hope you watch him win. Mr. Football gained success very early. He achieved nothing other than a prestigious award that nobody has ever done. He was young. The production is great and so are the fire-works. But let's leave it to a Saturday. Why don't we begin to criticize on a Sunday? If he makes it there.

We all pretend. Charlatans in the light of a camera with a beverage and a lady by our side. I don't see it. People react to conflict more than peace. These are not rules being broken, it is a life being lived. I'm not romanticizing youth either for all you critics. Instead, criticize yourself. Perhaps the voters are at fault for throwing a trophy at a kid! Do people ever really understand? Let it be. I know that “sophomore slumps” are actually prevalent? Criticize when there is evidence. Nobody can 'tell' Manziel how to act, so why make it an issue?

Perhaps you have nothing better to write about.

The One, The Few, The Many.

The One, The Few, The Many.

We are often fooled by certain adages and aphorisms during life that we become convinced that there really is “the one.” There is. Just not really. There are the many. In fact, we strain it down to the few. What are you looking for? The same as me? Tokens. Gain as many as you can, you will surely run out. Go all in on the big pot—or play it safe, don't matter to me, it's your gamble. “Good thing it is a sure thing.” I always liked that saying. 

I want my finger to bend just like your opinion. Except that isn't going to happen. Just like WWIII. It would make for a great hit, but to big a budget. We should always be cautious with the budget. Trilogies only make more money in DVD sales, or records of the past. Back to my original thought: there is someone out there for everybody. Just like how everyone is really “available.” Depending on your morals. 

Will you find 'the one'? No. You will find many that resembles “the one.” Take note, this is just an exercise, not to make one feel tired. Gloom leads to the broom to sweep away the dust of an old cave. A dwelling at least. Where one used to rest. Doesn't seem to bother anyone but the best. When one has it too good, they think of the “one that got away.” Another saying I love. Who let it loose. Is this a thought on autonomy? No can't be. We wouldn't treat ourselves as slaves! We are human. Be careful with sarcasm. 

Find a circle. It is what we do. It is what we have to do. Imagine life without one. You would be called, “square.” A box out of space, a block not in place. An anomaly in bad shape. Be part of the circle, create your own. It's even better that way and the chance of finding what you look for are even closer. Not talking about happiness, just talking. You want it then go get it. Have fun chasing that dragon down the street to the bank to finance a house. You probably won't get there. And if you did, you wouldn't like it in time. Which really means you wouldn't like it at all. Not now or later anyway. Before sure! Well, that is desire. We love everything we desire... that is until we get it. Then it becomes old news. Yesterday's waste and damn old toothpaste with crust on the nozzle, don't want that in my mouth. Get me the good stuff.

New is good and old is well... not good. (Thought I would say, “old”?) Old stuff can have value but I'm not talking about antique chairs or pictures. I think you may know the point of the thought, then again...perhaps not. It isn't my job to tell, but I have an obligation to let you know that there are facts out there and opinions and not to cross the two. 

Luck may meet your day. You may meet an encounter. I. Luck will be. Sure as Hell. Not a good chance perhaps. The bell has rung so go get some. People are waiting for you. That is what they do. We enjoy waiting so much that we begin hating. Patience is the key. Right? One can only wait so long before that one is gone.

If I Were a Writer

If I were a writer I would tell a story. I would tell many stories in fact. If I were a writer I would create something beautiful. As beautiful as the setting sun over a lonely mountain-top. So beautiful it would bring a tear to one's eye. If I were a writer I would frighten people! I would scare them so. I would make them think about what could be around the corner. I would make them look over their shoulder. If I were a writer I would show how tragic life can be. People would become sad. So sad that it would bring a tear to one's eye. I could mention loneliness felt for a long lost love or maybe even lament about the passing of an amiable man.

If I were a writer I would show people new worlds. Places filled with creatures and magical spells of all kinds. I would allow them to leave their world and to have a peek at a new reality. If I were a writer I would make people laugh. I would place a character in a situation so awkward the reader would remember how embarrassed they felt and it would make them smile. They would laugh out loud even and say, “that is so true.” If I were a writer I would write the most inspiring aphorisms. People would be so confident they could take on the world. If I were a writer I would make people feel hopeless. That the very world they are taking on is going to come crashing down on them, crushing all of their hopes and dreams in one finely written sentence.

If I were a writer I would make people question things. All sorts of things! I would tell them about the government and its manipulative nature. I would tell them there are other galaxies filled with other worlds. I could go so far that they might question their own existence. If I were a writer I would make them question themselves. Who are you and what do you mean? They might even question those closest to them. If I were a writer I would make people become skeptical. They would harass all truth and believe in none of it. I could make them even think that truth doesn't exist and there is no point to all of this. 

If I were a writer I would confuse people. They would think and think and get absolutely nowhere. I would have them walk in circles and end up right where they started. Nothing would make any sense anymore. If I were a writer I would make people angry. They would be so mad that sweat and frustration would build upon each sentence that is being read. I could make them as furious as swarm of bees after their nest has been disturbed.

If I were a writer I would leave people alone. I wouldn't want to bother anybody, there is too much writing to be done! How can one write in a crowded place? They can't. If I were a writer I would retreat to a cabin in the woods. Nobody would know where I am, nor would they even notice my disappearance. If I were a writer I would have a reason to leave a society which I don't care for. I would criticize in my solitude the blunders and problems of it and in my solitude, I would bring a tear to my own eye. 

If I were a writer I wouldn't tell anyone. I would keep the vocation to myself. Why would it be any of their business anyway? If I were a writer I wouldn't allow anyone to read anything I wrote. I would write for the intention of my own sake and not anybody else's. I would do my own thing. If I were a writer I would walk to the beat of my own drum. I would be as proud as the male lion over his pride. 

If I were a writer I would make poor decisions. I would choose so poorly people would believe that freedom doesn't exist. Nothing would be my fault because I never had a choice. If I were a writer I would copy other people. Everything has been done anyway. I would never plagiarize. That is just wrong. If I were a writer I could lie. I would tell lies and get away with them. It would be my responsibility to make things up and yours to believe them.

If I were a writer I would continually criticize. I would show people all the wrongs in the world and I wouldn't even offer a solution. I could point out every problem for others to fix. What's the use in picketing if I have a pen? My ideas speak for themselves. If I were a writer I would claim that I have an excuse to drink. And I would also tell them that I don't make excuses. A writer can never have a drinking problem. A writer can never make too many excuses. 

Oh, if I were a writer I would do a lot of things for others and make people feel all sorts of different ways. But at what cost? If I were a writer my insanity would be accepted. People would understand my personality. However, nobody would know me. If I were a writer that is what I would want. If I were a writer I would never achieve my goals, not because I always failed, but because I would never have any. What is the point when all I care about is pleasing others? After all, if I were a writer it wouldn't matter what others thought.