Perfection. Ultimate style.
It was the summer. No, that wasn't the setting, it was the subject. Leave your assumptions at the fourth wall, then we'll talk.
Decisions occur when two or more choices are present as a solution to a problem. Hell, there doesn't even need to be a problem, as leaving a situation alone as just as much a decision as some precise course of action. But we never really see the full effects of our decisions because there are usually too many variables. But this time, his decisions were defined, precise, and completely static. Two roads, two paths, two beginnings. He could have been someone else.
But he was not someone else, he was himself... kind of. He had lost the emotional strength that comes with turmoil, but had gained the mental and physical strength that comes with deep strategizing and hard training, respectively. He had lost that relaxation and the arrogance that accompanied successful social manipulation, but had gained a new sense of awareness and ability-based confidence that no external force could harm. He had re-routed his monetary tendencies for the summer and had learned one way of succeeding instead of many ways of failing. He was more relaxed, and he was clearer, looser, in a way. Lastly and, strangely enough, probably most importantly, he got along better with people. No longer did he leave awkward social cues or forget names or things of the like; he had risen above that. That grew into bigger and better things, and he was no longer nervous, he was indifferent.
Physically, his features were hardened. Life became more about lifting weights than about pushing buttons, less about thinking or planning and more about acting. Mentally, he was sharper, but found it difficult to plot or view the bigger picture. Spiritually, he remained unchanged: God was not enough. He still had his flaws, but those were to be expected. He took up smoking in late July, and never really learned to obey the law. But he had no fear, and he was perfect.
He threw his cigarette onto the pavement and extinguished it with his foot. This was it, another path. This interview was another determinant as to what he would become. And so the boy walked, knowing full well that the effects of this interview would extrapolate into his life story. This interview either gave him the nice house on the west coast and two more in the east, or killed him at age 29 in his ratty apartment.
He took a deep breath, then he walked in.
---(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the end for tonight. If you're confused at all, "Ultimates" is the answer.)---
Decisions occur when two or more choices are present as a solution to a problem. Hell, there doesn't even need to be a problem, as leaving a situation alone as just as much a decision as some precise course of action. But we never really see the full effects of our decisions because there are usually too many variables. But this time, his decisions were defined, precise, and completely static. Two roads, two paths, two beginnings. He could have been someone else.
But he was not someone else, he was himself... kind of. He had lost the emotional strength that comes with turmoil, but had gained the mental and physical strength that comes with deep strategizing and hard training, respectively. He had lost that relaxation and the arrogance that accompanied successful social manipulation, but had gained a new sense of awareness and ability-based confidence that no external force could harm. He had re-routed his monetary tendencies for the summer and had learned one way of succeeding instead of many ways of failing. He was more relaxed, and he was clearer, looser, in a way. Lastly and, strangely enough, probably most importantly, he got along better with people. No longer did he leave awkward social cues or forget names or things of the like; he had risen above that. That grew into bigger and better things, and he was no longer nervous, he was indifferent.
Physically, his features were hardened. Life became more about lifting weights than about pushing buttons, less about thinking or planning and more about acting. Mentally, he was sharper, but found it difficult to plot or view the bigger picture. Spiritually, he remained unchanged: God was not enough. He still had his flaws, but those were to be expected. He took up smoking in late July, and never really learned to obey the law. But he had no fear, and he was perfect.
He threw his cigarette onto the pavement and extinguished it with his foot. This was it, another path. This interview was another determinant as to what he would become. And so the boy walked, knowing full well that the effects of this interview would extrapolate into his life story. This interview either gave him the nice house on the west coast and two more in the east, or killed him at age 29 in his ratty apartment.
He took a deep breath, then he walked in.
---(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the end for tonight. If you're confused at all, "Ultimates" is the answer.)---
posted by Dylan at 6:33 PM
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haha since you don't like dots! DOTS! D O T S!
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