Ready. Set. Sail!
OK universe. I get it. I’m a fuck up! You happy now? I said it. Now can you please stop being so cruel and just give me a fucking break?!
I got laid off Monday. Massive company layoff. I honestly thought the one protection I had from all of this was my job. I’m not lying when I say I’m a fantastic worker. I’m not like the brown-nosing cocksuckers that slime their way into the boss’s favor. I actually work. Hard. And I was part of a really important project that already had too few people to get the job done. It was a massive amount of work that stressed me out so bad I had to go inpatient. Well, that plus the dentist incident.
And now here I am. At home. Alone. Glossing over the things I did and said that got me to this point.
As I walk along the Trail of Stability, I notice a figure standing off in the distance. A dark cloaked apparition floating frozen in the mist. He stands there. Lifeless. Staring directly at me. Those beady unblinking little eyes sunken in his massive sockets are fixated on me. Teeth so large and sharp they completely cover his entire face; stretched from the tip of his jaw to the bridge of his long pointed nose. He smiles and tilts his head. His hair matted and worn. Skin stretched trying to covered the thin layer of flesh and bone he has left. He slowly raises his finger at me; bony and gray he points directly at me.
My knees start shaking. He moans in a slow deep cry the word that shakes me to my core: “Surrender.”
I need to run! I reach into my pocket to pull out my Compass but accidentally drop it. I bend over to pick it up and notice that the demon is closer…
…fuck. I slowly begin to back away. The demon is still smiling at me: “Surrender.”
I sneeze. For the brief half a second I have my eyes closed, I open them to see the demon has moved even closer.
“Christ!” I squeal. I put my bag down and sit; still staring at the creature. It’s watching me closely…waiting..for me to give in. This demon called Failure. It wants me to succumb to it. I can’t let it. I don’t want this thing to tear me apart. I need to keep my stability and work around it.
This isn’t the end of me.