Prophetic

The cards for this week are “reckless enthusiasm” and “homeless person.”

The homeless person that does show up isn’t the actual prompt one, because in my mind the main character is totally homeless after this (and is recklessly enthusiastic about his chances, though I guess I could have emphasized that more somehow). I had the idea almost immediately upon drawing the cards, but actually writing it was a bit boring. I like for things to get really dark and disturbing and this doesn’t quite scratch that, I guess.

Nonetheless…


          Gary woke from the dream with a feeling of absolute certainty. He was going to win the lottery one week from today. The dream was a prophecy, the word of God. He knew it for fact. He also knew that he had much to do in that week’s time. A sort of pre-imposed penance to prove his worthiness.

          He started by announcing to his family and friend’s that he was planning to move soon. He offered them first pick of his belongings. “Can I have your Playstation?” Carl from work joked.

          Gary nodded solemnly. “Anything, first come, first serve.” Carl had given him a strange look and declared bullshit. Gary brought the Playstation and all of its controllers and wires the next day. Carl accepted it, but shook his head in disbelief.

          His ex-wife studied him with concern as he dropped off photo albums and old memorabilia that he thought she would like. “You’re not going to off yourself, are you?” she asked when he enthusiastically offered anything she wanted. He shook his head and reassured her that wasn’t the case.

          Gary spent the weekend clearing out the rest of his belongings, every closet, every drawer, all the drawers themselves. He took everything he could to charity and second-hand shops, and the rest to the dump. He turned the keys to his apartment in. He made sizable cash transfers to his church from his bank accounts, leaving only the minimum amount.

          The day had come. He sat outside the gas station, staring placidly at the homeless man loitering outside. On his way in, he handed the man the title to his car and the keys. “It’s yours,” he told the weeping man, who thanked him profusely. And then he went in and bought his ticket.

          Gary sat in the park overnight. It was a warm night, and he felt calm and content knowing that the next day he would be wealthy beyond his wildest dreams.

          He found a paper to look up the lottery numbers the next morning, a wide smile on his face as he held his ticket up to compare.

          Not a single God damned match.

Sidequests Week 4

My sidequests for this week were pretty simple ones. I was to take a virtual tour of the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, learn out to say hello in a different language, and take 5 minutes to visualize a positive future for myself.

I had to Google the Smithsonian one, as that wasn’t something I was aware existed. Apparently there are several available to choose from. I browsed the exhibit about the Wright brothers. It’s interesting, and the image quality is high enough that you can read most of the text through the exhibit with the exceptions of really small text set further away from the designated “standing spots” or the occasional area where there is glare from lighting. It’s a fun idea that gives a broad strokes feel for the exhibits on display, but a poor substitute for actually going. For one, I like to get close and look at things, and read everything. There are also screens that looked like they had video displays for the exhibits, and seeing a picture of something from a few different angles is not quite the same as looking at it in person.

Also, I’m the sort of nerd that loves going to museums. If you really like those particular subjects and lack the funds to go, it’s a suitable substitute, though, and worth checking out.

For learning to say hello in another language, I used Google again. (Google has all the answers, right?) They’ve got their list of languages you can translate, and I kind of browsed some of the options to look at them. I found that there were some that I already knew but had never really thought about. Most interesting to me was Italian. Apparently, similar to Hawaiian “aloha,” “ciao” can mean both hello and goodbye. I had only ever understood it to be a goodbye, so that caught me a little by surprise.

While I technically already knew the word, I did manage to recontextualize it properly, and understand it more in line with its actual meaning.

The last one is the hardest for me. Not because I have a hard time being positive, but more because I have a hard time being specific. Most of my life I’ve had a very lax attitude about my personal direction. I’ve always felt: if it happens, it happens. Great! If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. Also great! I don’t mind the idea of falling in love – but if I don’t find a lover, I’m not going to rush and settle just to have ticked marriage off the box. Similar with having kids – I don’t mind the idea of having kids, but I’m not going to get into a tizzy and go get knocked up because I feel I have to.

They’re nice futures to have, but not necessary ones. And those are just the two major examples that people are likely to wonder on most, but I have a similar attitude towards most things in life. So trying to specify what I want in a “positive future” is hard to pin down, because as long as I’m enjoying myself I don’t care.

Things that would be nice and positive: a windfall of money, which would help anyone. How many people would ever turn down an extra cash windfall? Although this also ties into the recent writing prompt that wordpress posted for Bloganuary!

Bloganuary writing prompt
What would you do if you won the lottery?

A fun daydream that everyone has. What would you do if you won the lottery? I would likely be too nervous to initially spend it. I would sit on it until I understood how it affected things tax wise. It also depends on how much you won. If the take home was roughly $1 million dollars, I could live on that quite comfortably for 20 years, but any big expenses will cut into that semi-retired life quite dramatically. Buy a new car? Have a new house built or pay off my current home and make improvements to it? Or any number of big money splurges that cuts into that take home will result in less time that I can go without working.

Of course, if you got someone to help you manage your financials and invested properly, and refrained from blowing it all at once, you could live quite comfortably without having to work again.

So, without work, what would I do with my time? I’ve heard plenty of people gripe about their retirement when they felt useless, but I’ve never had that problem. I would love having more time to take classes on interesting things and visit places I haven’t been. I love working on art and writing projects. I love sleeping in, and reading and playing games, and watching movies and shows. I could go to the gym in the middle of the night when it’s dead quiet, and spend time learning new recipes without having to worry about how long cooking and clean up will take, because I have to wake at a specific time to be at a specific place for a specific set of hours in a day.

As for more attainable positive things – I would like to try to vegetate less and work on my projects more within the next year. And lose weight. And finish my story I started last year and begin the editing process so I can maybe slap it on self publishing on Amazon near the end of the year and accomplish a life long goal of mine to publish some bullshit. Those are also all positive things.

….I took several more minutes than 5 to visualize all that. But it works!