Post by Falcon on Mar 12, 2011 23:14:40 GMT -6
I don't ask much of people.. really, I don't. It's not that I have some moral high ground, or some pretentious notion about knowing more, it's that I see things other people don't. I accept things other people refuse to. I listen to criticism, I judge it fairly for what it is. I don't just dismiss other peoples thoughts and words if they disgree with my own. And mostly what I've asked of everyone is the same.
Just listen..
It's not that hard.. just open your ears and let your brain absorb the words.
But most people can't handle that. They get told they're doing something wrong, or doing something poorly, and immediately the anger rises to the surface. It becomes an inconceivable notion that something pierced their veil of self perfection. It becomes entirely nonsensical that someone else knows more about it than they do. The reactions are the same.. classic, even..
Denial..
Scoff..
Insult..
Dispel..
I don't like being right about certain things. I don't like telling someone that something they're doing will ultimately lead to ruin, then get told to **** off, or to suck it.. then watch the entire scenario unfold as I said it would, and listen to someone lament about how they wish they saw it coming. It's happened half a dozen times in the last few years alone, and still people always tell me how stupid I am for meddling, right before walking into the same trap.
It's become quite tiresome.
I could sit here and point out all the examples. Bore you with stories of who did what to whom at what point in time, but if you don't know it already, then you really haven't been paying attention to the world around you. Men like Alex Jones, with their simplistic "the rules only apply to you" attitudes. And they wonder why I "meddle".. why I step in.. intervene to try and help them. They want to think it's about control..
Because they've already lost it..
(Falcon was walking down a street, by his new home. He saw a group of kids in the street, enjoying the clear spring weather, playing hockey. They stopped as a car passed, and one of them noticed him.)
Kid: Hey! Is that.. Falcon?
Guy: Holy jeez I think it is..!
Boy: Why do you think he's here?
Kid: You think he lives here?
Boy: Maybe, sweet another celebrity in the neighborhood! Let's get him to sign somethin!
Kid: Sell it on ebay!
Guy: Pfft, nobody'd buy anything from that woman beater..
Kid: Does it matter?
(The crew of kids made their way to the sidewalk Falcon was walking down, their game forgotten.)
Kid: Hey, Mr. Falcon!
(Falcon looked up, his reverie interrupted.)
Falcon: Well, look at this crew, what's up kids..?
Kid: Think you could sign this?
(The kid held out an orange plastic hockey puck.)
Falcon: I would.. but unless you got something to sign it with..
(The crew all looked at each other, and exchanged shrugs.)
Falcon: Tell you what.. let me pop into my neighbors house here, see if there's a marker we can borrow..
(Falcon started up the long path to the house.)
Boy: Hey.. isn't this?
Guy: The home of Charlie Velez.
Falcon: Sure enough..
Guy: Aren't you.. facing him.. this weekend?
Falcon: Yep, but don't worry, he's not home now. Too busy showboating that title..
Guy: Then why are you..
Falcon: Because my business partner lives here..
(They reached the front door, so see a familar face sitting on the front steps, holding a bottle of wine.)
Woman: Oh, there you are.. let's hit the road.. I've got his money to spend, his favorite bottle to drink.. let's do this..
Guy: Is that...
(The trio was staring open mouthed, their autograph forgotten. Falcon and the Woman started walking away.)
Falcon: But of course.. who did you think it was?
The only other thing I've asked of anybody is to take responsibility for themselves. I've never said not to blame me for my actions, all I asked for was an attempt of understanding. I don't care if you hated me for it, as long as you at least made an attempt to understand. But that's beyond most people's comprehension. But that's just me, following the rules I set for my self and the meager things I ask of other people.
Other people.. aren't that smart.
Other people, like Charlie, just point the blame finger and act like it absolves them of all guilt. A kind of "I wouldn't have run over your dog if you didn't buy one" syndrome. Nothing is ever their fault.
They attacked Kelly because someone didn't get them everything on their christmas list.
They bitched because someone stopped the Young Guns from cheating to win at Breaking Away.
Another day, another reason why the bad things aren't their fault at all, and they don't deserve one iota of blame.
It's crap, but they cling to it like it's shield of honor.
See, I want the World title for the very reasons Alex Jones says he does. I can't stand that low life holding onto the ideal of the honor of this company. It's not the belt itself, it's the fact that when you look at the company as a whole, the person representing it as 'the best' for right now, is a man who literally has no heart, no love, no compassion for anyone or anything but himself. Say what you will..
This business was not built on selfishness.
So, you could ask by that virtue, why didn't I just do what Alex asked for and stand aside. I said I agreed that he deserved a shot, and I meant it, so if that was the case, why didn't I?
Because I wish I believed him.
I don't trust in his heart, anymore. I can't put faith in him that if he faces adversity, he won't just walk away. He's done it before. The Alex Jones I believed wouldn't give a damn if he had to go through me and Charlie. The one in this match..
Clearly does.
Let Charlie tell the world how I'm wrong. Let Alex say that I'm just making excuses. Neither of them know what they're talking about. Too blinded by their love of gold, too deafened by the sound of their own voices. You want to know why I'm better?
Because I see more than my own reflection..
Woman: Ok, time for me to head home..
(She had noticed that Falcon had grown quieter as the evening wore on. They'd had fun, doing things with other people's money. But the more wine was consumed, the quieter the man got.)
Falcon: Ok...
Woman: Kyle?
Falcon: Hmmm..?
Woman: Are you.. ok?
Falcon: Yea..
Woman: Do you need some.. 'companionship'.. tonight?
(Didn't need a college degree to figure out that innuendo.)
Falcon: No.. thank you..
Woman: Ok, well.. I'll be next door.. if you know.. need me.. for.. anything.
Falcon: I know.. sleep tight..
(She leaned down and kissed him on the side of the face.)
Woman: You know.. you've been a great friend in my time of need.
(Then she was out the door. Kyle sighed, and stood up. He walked into a bedroom, and sat down on the side of the bed, looking outside a double balcony door into the city.)
Falcon: So... here I am again.. alone..
(He stared at the three quarter moon, his face reflected in it.)
Falcon: ...Why am I still fighting...
(His face fell.)
Falcon: What am I fighting for...
(Without thinking, his hand opened the top drawer and came out with a silver frame, something he'd hidden away.)
Falcon: ...I used to think I was just immune to all this.. turns out I was just running a marathon. One day I'm going to run out of stamina.. and collapse..
(A droplet of water, shining in the moonlight, fell from his cheek and landed on the frame.)
Falcon: What will I have to look back on..?
(The camera shifted to see the frame. An old picture of Zelda and himself, cut from various promo posters. The figures had been 8 bit rendered, like an old school nintendo game. The logo for the Powerglove accessory has been edited to say "Powercouple".)
Falcon: Just.. let.. me forget.. please...
....
.....
Let this pain be over..
Just listen..
It's not that hard.. just open your ears and let your brain absorb the words.
But most people can't handle that. They get told they're doing something wrong, or doing something poorly, and immediately the anger rises to the surface. It becomes an inconceivable notion that something pierced their veil of self perfection. It becomes entirely nonsensical that someone else knows more about it than they do. The reactions are the same.. classic, even..
Denial..
Scoff..
Insult..
Dispel..
I don't like being right about certain things. I don't like telling someone that something they're doing will ultimately lead to ruin, then get told to **** off, or to suck it.. then watch the entire scenario unfold as I said it would, and listen to someone lament about how they wish they saw it coming. It's happened half a dozen times in the last few years alone, and still people always tell me how stupid I am for meddling, right before walking into the same trap.
It's become quite tiresome.
I could sit here and point out all the examples. Bore you with stories of who did what to whom at what point in time, but if you don't know it already, then you really haven't been paying attention to the world around you. Men like Alex Jones, with their simplistic "the rules only apply to you" attitudes. And they wonder why I "meddle".. why I step in.. intervene to try and help them. They want to think it's about control..
Because they've already lost it..
(Falcon was walking down a street, by his new home. He saw a group of kids in the street, enjoying the clear spring weather, playing hockey. They stopped as a car passed, and one of them noticed him.)
Kid: Hey! Is that.. Falcon?
Guy: Holy jeez I think it is..!
Boy: Why do you think he's here?
Kid: You think he lives here?
Boy: Maybe, sweet another celebrity in the neighborhood! Let's get him to sign somethin!
Kid: Sell it on ebay!
Guy: Pfft, nobody'd buy anything from that woman beater..
Kid: Does it matter?
(The crew of kids made their way to the sidewalk Falcon was walking down, their game forgotten.)
Kid: Hey, Mr. Falcon!
(Falcon looked up, his reverie interrupted.)
Falcon: Well, look at this crew, what's up kids..?
Kid: Think you could sign this?
(The kid held out an orange plastic hockey puck.)
Falcon: I would.. but unless you got something to sign it with..
(The crew all looked at each other, and exchanged shrugs.)
Falcon: Tell you what.. let me pop into my neighbors house here, see if there's a marker we can borrow..
(Falcon started up the long path to the house.)
Boy: Hey.. isn't this?
Guy: The home of Charlie Velez.
Falcon: Sure enough..
Guy: Aren't you.. facing him.. this weekend?
Falcon: Yep, but don't worry, he's not home now. Too busy showboating that title..
Guy: Then why are you..
Falcon: Because my business partner lives here..
(They reached the front door, so see a familar face sitting on the front steps, holding a bottle of wine.)
Woman: Oh, there you are.. let's hit the road.. I've got his money to spend, his favorite bottle to drink.. let's do this..
Guy: Is that...
(The trio was staring open mouthed, their autograph forgotten. Falcon and the Woman started walking away.)
Falcon: But of course.. who did you think it was?
The only other thing I've asked of anybody is to take responsibility for themselves. I've never said not to blame me for my actions, all I asked for was an attempt of understanding. I don't care if you hated me for it, as long as you at least made an attempt to understand. But that's beyond most people's comprehension. But that's just me, following the rules I set for my self and the meager things I ask of other people.
Other people.. aren't that smart.
Other people, like Charlie, just point the blame finger and act like it absolves them of all guilt. A kind of "I wouldn't have run over your dog if you didn't buy one" syndrome. Nothing is ever their fault.
They attacked Kelly because someone didn't get them everything on their christmas list.
They bitched because someone stopped the Young Guns from cheating to win at Breaking Away.
Another day, another reason why the bad things aren't their fault at all, and they don't deserve one iota of blame.
It's crap, but they cling to it like it's shield of honor.
See, I want the World title for the very reasons Alex Jones says he does. I can't stand that low life holding onto the ideal of the honor of this company. It's not the belt itself, it's the fact that when you look at the company as a whole, the person representing it as 'the best' for right now, is a man who literally has no heart, no love, no compassion for anyone or anything but himself. Say what you will..
This business was not built on selfishness.
So, you could ask by that virtue, why didn't I just do what Alex asked for and stand aside. I said I agreed that he deserved a shot, and I meant it, so if that was the case, why didn't I?
Because I wish I believed him.
I don't trust in his heart, anymore. I can't put faith in him that if he faces adversity, he won't just walk away. He's done it before. The Alex Jones I believed wouldn't give a damn if he had to go through me and Charlie. The one in this match..
Clearly does.
Let Charlie tell the world how I'm wrong. Let Alex say that I'm just making excuses. Neither of them know what they're talking about. Too blinded by their love of gold, too deafened by the sound of their own voices. You want to know why I'm better?
Because I see more than my own reflection..
Woman: Ok, time for me to head home..
(She had noticed that Falcon had grown quieter as the evening wore on. They'd had fun, doing things with other people's money. But the more wine was consumed, the quieter the man got.)
Falcon: Ok...
Woman: Kyle?
Falcon: Hmmm..?
Woman: Are you.. ok?
Falcon: Yea..
Woman: Do you need some.. 'companionship'.. tonight?
(Didn't need a college degree to figure out that innuendo.)
Falcon: No.. thank you..
Woman: Ok, well.. I'll be next door.. if you know.. need me.. for.. anything.
Falcon: I know.. sleep tight..
(She leaned down and kissed him on the side of the face.)
Woman: You know.. you've been a great friend in my time of need.
(Then she was out the door. Kyle sighed, and stood up. He walked into a bedroom, and sat down on the side of the bed, looking outside a double balcony door into the city.)
Falcon: So... here I am again.. alone..
(He stared at the three quarter moon, his face reflected in it.)
Falcon: ...Why am I still fighting...
(His face fell.)
Falcon: What am I fighting for...
(Without thinking, his hand opened the top drawer and came out with a silver frame, something he'd hidden away.)
Falcon: ...I used to think I was just immune to all this.. turns out I was just running a marathon. One day I'm going to run out of stamina.. and collapse..
(A droplet of water, shining in the moonlight, fell from his cheek and landed on the frame.)
Falcon: What will I have to look back on..?
(The camera shifted to see the frame. An old picture of Zelda and himself, cut from various promo posters. The figures had been 8 bit rendered, like an old school nintendo game. The logo for the Powerglove accessory has been edited to say "Powercouple".)
Falcon: Just.. let.. me forget.. please...
....
.....
Let this pain be over..
Please heal me
I can't sleep
Thought I was unbreakable
But this is killing me
Call me
Everything
Make me feel unbreakable
Lie and set me free
Chasing leftovers
Under the fading sun
Searching for shelter
I feel my time has come
[/center][/i]I can't sleep
Thought I was unbreakable
But this is killing me
Call me
Everything
Make me feel unbreakable
Lie and set me free
Chasing leftovers
Under the fading sun
Searching for shelter
I feel my time has come