The unexpected plot twist is one of the happier experiences of life, and I love giving myself over to a story to the point where I’m entirely flabbergasted when a twist arrives. In this age of social media, it gets harder and harder to have such surprises, but they are one of the most enjoyable aspects of entertainment. To a certain extent, I suppose that’s why I like to surprise people – by wearing something people never thought I’d wear, or doing something they’d never think I’d do, or surprising them in some other unexpected way.
Little jolts that spark some semblance of notice in even the most jaded world.
We are on autopilot more often than not, going through the motions, rushing through the days, and only the most adventurous among us take the time and effort to give striking difference to the differing dates.
There’s been a project in the planning stages in my head for the past five years or so – a behemoth, multi-pronged mess of a project that has been evolving, eroding, and rebuilding itself in my mind. I haven’t quite decided if I’m going to do it, and it’s unclear whether that’s laziness or fear.
If it’s laziness, I simply won’t do it.
If it’s fear, I’ll do it harder than I’ve fucking done anything in my life.
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