Preface, the rant before the rave
Potential.
Potential is basically the ultra-mega advanced and shiniest version of us. Dare I even say our perfect selves?
But perfection in and of itself is a contradiction . . . so does that mean potential is a contradiction?
Damn straight it is.
Potential is like the purest thing you could possibly imagine. When it’s left by itself, it’s immaculate and desirable, but the second we try to achieve our potential, we will 100% of the time, fuck it up ten ways from Sunday.
Why?
Let me answer that question, with another question: have you ever stopped to ask yourself why it’s so hard to ‘’be the best that we can be?”
Well it’s because we humans are designed with flaws sewn into our d.n.a. If we were to become flawless, well then we’d be going against nature, and we all know what happens when Mother Nature gets her period.
If you take anything away from this wee collection of rants and raves, please let it be that you are now afraid of your potential, and you are going to treat it as a no-go-zone.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking “why the fuck are you opening a story with a rant about potential?” Yeah, I admit it’s not the best hook I’ve ever written, but if I’m supposed to write what I know, then I’ll write what I know, and something I know very well: how to utterly ruin your potential.
I’m somewhat of an expert at it, that’s me: Eden Harris degree in failology.
So trust me, I’m a professional, for once I am actually more than qualified for this job.
But enough about potential let me declare my mission statement, because every great project should have a mission statement: I plan on doing something I swore never to do . . . and that is being unfailingly honest. My aim is to not tell a story, but giving you a perfectly panoramic view of my life, my friends, our drama and our made-for-T.V adventures that we undertake.
So to you this is a story, and you probably think that I’m using the whole uncomfortably real characters to make money from sales, and I’m sure the cynics and critics would agree . . . but to be honest I don’t care about money, hell download this for free, I’ll even set up a website where you can. Money is meaningless to me, sure it supplies me with my medication: my cigarettes, my alcohol and my . . . let’s say my other medication, but all in all money is just money.
Like I said I don’t care if you don’t believe that this story, this nonsensical narrative of mine is genuine, but that’s not going to stop me from telling my tale.
Basically, all I care about doing is telling someone about my life . . . because my life was a bit of a novel all by itself. You’ll find all the elaborate and esoteric characters, pot-boiling and tear jerking drama, and all that other good stuff.
So with that being said, this is the one thing I said I’d never do . . . and here I am, perhaps there are some lines that we have to cross in order to achieve vindication.
