And I Prefer It That Way
These rants always come at odd times – when I can’t sleep, when I should be sleeping, and when I do sleep it’s to the TV still on. I dreamt I was sitting in line for an indoor amusement park, and the woman that stood in front of me was frantically hiding the fact that she had hair plugs. I woke up to the infomercial.
I was listening to Johnny Cash’s rendition of “Hurt,” originally done by Trent Reznor [NIN] on the way home from KN’s house. They cooked chicken paprikash for dinner. I had this realization, “Don’t trust a man without a tragedy.”
But don’t mistake him for the weak man that wears his tragedy around his neck like a chain, a dog collar. He just wants you to pity him in order for you to give him a kinder, gentler life – the life we always want to give to our own children. Don’t trust him, but trust the man that uses his tragedy to connect to the men that lost their entire lives on a bad bet, a wrong turn, or on dumb luck.
Yesterday I realized I’m a better story teller than I am a teacher, and I prefer it that way.
I was listening to Johnny Cash’s rendition of “Hurt,” originally done by Trent Reznor [NIN] on the way home from KN’s house. They cooked chicken paprikash for dinner. I had this realization, “Don’t trust a man without a tragedy.”
But don’t mistake him for the weak man that wears his tragedy around his neck like a chain, a dog collar. He just wants you to pity him in order for you to give him a kinder, gentler life – the life we always want to give to our own children. Don’t trust him, but trust the man that uses his tragedy to connect to the men that lost their entire lives on a bad bet, a wrong turn, or on dumb luck.
Yesterday I realized I’m a better story teller than I am a teacher, and I prefer it that way.
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