Post by L33tSilvie on Jul 28, 2011 18:30:32 GMT -5
Introduction
Hypothetical
Hello. My name is Norman Jacobs Rowenson, but do please call me Norm. Allow me to ask you something. Let’s say that you are, hypothetically, a nobody. You exist, you work, you eat, you live, but when you die, you’ll have your funeral and that’ll be the end of it. Nobody really knew you. You may leave a very small empty space in the lives of a very small amount of people, but that’s a rare case. If you are that rare case, then the space you leave will eventually be filled with something, or someone, as the case may be, else. Married? Your spouse will move on. Have kids? Father figures aren’t hard to come by these days.
Anyway, I digress. You are this hypothetical loser, this hypothetical nobody, and one day, something changes. Maybe you meet a girl, or guy, as the case may be. Maybe you got a raise, or a promotion. Something happened that simply lit a spark in your eternally mediocre trudge of a life. You shoot up to the very top. People know you; they respect you; they want to be you. You’re the guy in the poster on some eight-year-old’s wall. You’re the face on the newspapers, you’re the one getting the cash, and you’re the one that everyone will mourn when you die. You’re John F. Kennedy, or John Lennon, or Martin Luther King Jr. People will talk about you, uphold the sacred wonderful myth that was your lifestyle, and it feels amazing.
And now, imagine that this hypothetical stardom comes crashing down, and you are a nobody again. It’s even worse, now. You tasted fame, fortune, companionship, completeness, acceptance. That taste will never come again, and it haunts you. When you were a nobody before, a few people may have acknowledged you in the street, but now, you are truly nothing. You are nonexistent. Actually, no, it’s not that. People know you, they remember you. They just ignore you. You have descended to such a level of nothingness that your presence is felt, but nobody cares. Note the difference here. Before, nobody knew. Now, nobody cares. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world.
By now, you must be wondering what my actual question was. Well, it’s a very simple question: how do you think that feels? I’ve already given you my answer. How would you feel, if you were in my position? I went from an unknown, to a star, to nothing. Naturally, by this point, one would expect me to stop ranting and start telling my story. My story, my rise, my fall. Well, don’t you worry; I’ll be getting right to that. But first, a small request.
Please, don’t hate me for what I did. I assure you; I had the best of intentions throughout this tale. Over the course of three years, I performed heroic deeds and did some truly selfish things. Even for those selfish things, I had good intentions. I had no way of knowing the long-term impact of anything I had done. So, once again, don’t hate me. You can judge me, I welcome you to. But don’t hate me. It’ll just add insult to injury for me.
Now, my story. I promise you, everything that I have written is completely and totally true, unless I say otherwise beforehand. As unlikely as some things may seem, I am telling this story as I experienced it, and I can only hope that you can believe the truth. Thank you, and do enjoy. I hope that you’ll be able to see my experiences I saw them, and I hope that you’ll walk away from this with a valuable lesson gained. Now, without further ado…
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And so it begins! If you're GxD, stay tuned. If you're everyone else, well, check back after Smile's done!
Hypothetical
Hello. My name is Norman Jacobs Rowenson, but do please call me Norm. Allow me to ask you something. Let’s say that you are, hypothetically, a nobody. You exist, you work, you eat, you live, but when you die, you’ll have your funeral and that’ll be the end of it. Nobody really knew you. You may leave a very small empty space in the lives of a very small amount of people, but that’s a rare case. If you are that rare case, then the space you leave will eventually be filled with something, or someone, as the case may be, else. Married? Your spouse will move on. Have kids? Father figures aren’t hard to come by these days.
Anyway, I digress. You are this hypothetical loser, this hypothetical nobody, and one day, something changes. Maybe you meet a girl, or guy, as the case may be. Maybe you got a raise, or a promotion. Something happened that simply lit a spark in your eternally mediocre trudge of a life. You shoot up to the very top. People know you; they respect you; they want to be you. You’re the guy in the poster on some eight-year-old’s wall. You’re the face on the newspapers, you’re the one getting the cash, and you’re the one that everyone will mourn when you die. You’re John F. Kennedy, or John Lennon, or Martin Luther King Jr. People will talk about you, uphold the sacred wonderful myth that was your lifestyle, and it feels amazing.
And now, imagine that this hypothetical stardom comes crashing down, and you are a nobody again. It’s even worse, now. You tasted fame, fortune, companionship, completeness, acceptance. That taste will never come again, and it haunts you. When you were a nobody before, a few people may have acknowledged you in the street, but now, you are truly nothing. You are nonexistent. Actually, no, it’s not that. People know you, they remember you. They just ignore you. You have descended to such a level of nothingness that your presence is felt, but nobody cares. Note the difference here. Before, nobody knew. Now, nobody cares. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world.
By now, you must be wondering what my actual question was. Well, it’s a very simple question: how do you think that feels? I’ve already given you my answer. How would you feel, if you were in my position? I went from an unknown, to a star, to nothing. Naturally, by this point, one would expect me to stop ranting and start telling my story. My story, my rise, my fall. Well, don’t you worry; I’ll be getting right to that. But first, a small request.
Please, don’t hate me for what I did. I assure you; I had the best of intentions throughout this tale. Over the course of three years, I performed heroic deeds and did some truly selfish things. Even for those selfish things, I had good intentions. I had no way of knowing the long-term impact of anything I had done. So, once again, don’t hate me. You can judge me, I welcome you to. But don’t hate me. It’ll just add insult to injury for me.
Now, my story. I promise you, everything that I have written is completely and totally true, unless I say otherwise beforehand. As unlikely as some things may seem, I am telling this story as I experienced it, and I can only hope that you can believe the truth. Thank you, and do enjoy. I hope that you’ll be able to see my experiences I saw them, and I hope that you’ll walk away from this with a valuable lesson gained. Now, without further ado…
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And so it begins! If you're GxD, stay tuned. If you're everyone else, well, check back after Smile's done!