Dear Har-old,
American novelist Chuck Palahniuk said, “Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.”
The Force.
Something you know you shouldn’t do. Something you know you shouldn’t say. Something you do not want to do. Something you do not want to say.
Something you talk yourself out of for the next 10 minutes … but talk yourself into in the last 10 seconds.
Irresistible. Powerful. Attractive. Convincing. Pleasurable. Tempting. Seductive.
The Force is your Achilles Heel.
The Force is that old, gray and wrinkled habit.
The Force is something that can only be killed AFTER you submit to it “one last time.”
You know, that moment when you think about what you just did.
Anger. Regret. Motivation. You’re too powerful at this moment. Now you’re a Force to be reckoned with.
But little do you know that the more you succumb to The Force, the bigger the invisible gun gets the next time in your “trying moments.”
SMOKE THIS CIGARETTE!!!
HAVE SOME CAKE!!!
WASTE YOUR MONEY GAMBLING!!!
KEEP PROCRASTINATING, DAMMIT!!!
BUY ANOTHER FREAKING DRINK!!!
PULL YOUR PANTS DOWN NOW!!!
COMPULSIVE SHOP, YOU IDIOT!!!
DID I TELL YOU TO STOP PICKING YOUR NOSE?!?!
Har-old, you know why you created me?
Because changing means NOT staying the same.
Everything you ARE, I am NOT.
So that means you either will eventually discover something or you’ve already figured out something but forgot to make it a habit.
It was the latter.
You thought of me every time your weak spot got touched.
Next time bite the hand that touches you.
Then The Force will take that gun away from the side of your head and shove it in your mouth.
Tell The Force this, “Make my day, punk!”
Har-old, bite the bullet. Eat those bullets. Then simply say, NO!
Saying NO will fire them bullets right back at The Force.
Old habits die-hard so it’s a slow death. Enjoy its pain and suffering. Hahahaha!
Futuristically yours,
Har+new