"How much are you going to make me read? A lot? Or a little? If it's a lot am going to have to write more because I wrote a couple of little things and a lot of them are not that good."
OH, WHY NOT? What do I always mean? Honesty is not always the best policy. That might not be the smartest argument to make. Especially when you always lose.You know when I knew the fact that I always lose? When I “won” an argument by busting the “You’re not fair!” Defense. “You’re not fair. You believe that you’re right, therefore you will never really listen to what I have to say...because you’re always going to find a way to prove your point. So, even if I am right, you’ll never believe me. So, you’re being unfair.” If the purpose of the debate were to end the argument, I won because it ended right there. I was up against Karsh McCabe. It was tough but, supposing that killing our conversation was the goal...I won that debate.
Ever since then I’ve known that I am not “meant” to win. I am not “meant” to lose. I lose. I do not win. But, the only way to really lose, is to try to win. So, I’m gonna try.
I’M GONNA TRY
I’m gonna try hard
I’m hardly trying to lose
I’ve got this bottle
Got all this snooze
Sleep’s only an enemy
When the enemy’s fast asleep
We’re curled up in bed now
We’re counting sheep
Herds only in memory
I heard my mind clear
Teardrops held back, blurring
Hydroplane and steer
Out of the way
Out of my path
But I do have it
I have a path
Sometimes I ride off it
Don’t know where I am But do I?
Do I ride off?
That’s just my path
I’m creating the curves
Still just going one direction
At any given time
One single direction
So is backwards
If you want to think
“‘Always’ going forward”
Losers go backwards more than
They go forward
But if losing’s the goal. . .
GOING BACKWARD IS GOING FORWARD. Discuss.
No way. Never.
You think going backward is. . . How do you
It’s going forward.
Tid gives Pidge a look suggesting he doesn’t believe what he’s just heard.
It is. What if you want to lose? The goal you
head for is the loss. As you get closer to losing,
you are moving forward toward that goal.
No, but that’s losing. That is widely considered
going in the wrong direction.
How wide are we talking?
Everyone - - what? How wide?
How wide? If it’s between me and you. And you
think one thing and I think another. If someone was
talking about your thing, would they say that people, in general,
believe your thing by a wide margin? Or would it have
to be, “over 920,000 people out of 1.1 million” believe
this thing? What do you consider a wide margin?
Is that how you win these things?
I don’t want to “win”.
Then why are you arguing for it?
Pidge thinks for a moment.
TID comes in.
Pidge. Pidge. I made a mistake.
Pidge Pricks Up Her Ears, Gary.
I got your attention by saying I was wrong.
No, you always have my attention. I just want
to have yours.
Later that night in his empty apartment. Just him getting in bed. Not tired enough to fall asleep, but wishing he were. Still thinking of that conversation earlier. Tid didn’t know why he was in that conversation. And he’d been there, in that open ended, repetitive, same rhythm, same rhyme scheme, same ‘what does anyone get from this?’ conversation many times before. At that moment in time, he was done. He was ready to give it all up. That same fucking situation happens all the time and it goes nowhere. And each instance takes less and less time to get there. He had to quit that, but tomorrow, he’d wake up and he’d eventually get back there again.
Next time, could he make it last longer. Could he pull a stop/start. Could he fake a loss like an “Over the Top” arm wrestling situation. Fall way back then push through with a quick, power slam winning all the dough and making friends with the opposition in the long run.
Tid was a good man. He was friends with Pidge. That meant he could actually be friends with anybody.