Zach Larkins"Just a bottle of Hindsight thanks!"
Think for a minute, just imagine the possibilities and power granted to an individual if we as a society had the ability to bottle 'hindsight' and deliver it to those with an active and healthy conscience. In much the same way as you can buy a packet of Panadol at the local supermarket, why have we not yet engineered a drug for rapid relief of regret and remorse? This is one huge factor that threatens hundreds of the 'awesome' walking our streets today. Many of whom perform extreme acts of 'awe' only to be reprimanded in a society that does not understand this super sub-class of people. Whether it be because of their fear of the unknown, or the fact that so many of the awesome perform acts that are far beyond their time, which will only be appreciated by the next generation of awesome apprentices in years to come.
Take for example, an act of awesomeness that, "a friend of mine" committed just recently. It involved a welcome home gift of sorts for his mate who had returned from an extensive overseas holiday. Thinking it wise to show his appreciation at the friend's return, he did it in the only manner he knew how, inspired. A late night, free-range projectile throwing, drive-by where the victim was his mate's shitbox car. Upon perpetrating the act and departing the scene, not a hint of remorse or guilt could be found in the cab of the careening car, hurtling home through the streets. However later on in the night he recieved a phone call from the friend who owned the car, displaying his great displeasure at being the victim of an egging. The awesome egger was shocked, hurt and saddened that this extreme act of uncharted awesomeness had gone unappreciated on one of the few people that could understand his burden. The cross he was to bare everyday, ostracised and forced to hide his true identity. He spiralled into an abyss of depression and self-loathing, which from an outsiders (fly-on-the-wall) perspective would have looked not unlike Martin Sheen in the bedroom scene from Apocalypse Now.
We, the awesome, are losing good men like him everday. Post inebriant-induced guilt is another plague on our kind. Due to the nature of the beast, it is a common trait amongst the awe-man to over do it when out and about in pubs and clubs. The social pressures are rife, consuming any rational decision-making elements left in their heads that have not been tainted by the fruits of alcohol. This makes for one hell of a hangover! With this can come rash decisions, like never partaking in any awesome behaviour from that point onwards. This threatens the continued existence of one of the most endangered mammals on this planet, the awesome.
This is but another obstacle those living secretly among us most overcome. It does not look like guilt and remorse can be cured at the drop of a hat just yet, but, like the only way we know how to deal with these feelings, just give it some time!
Take for example, an act of awesomeness that, "a friend of mine" committed just recently. It involved a welcome home gift of sorts for his mate who had returned from an extensive overseas holiday. Thinking it wise to show his appreciation at the friend's return, he did it in the only manner he knew how, inspired. A late night, free-range projectile throwing, drive-by where the victim was his mate's shitbox car. Upon perpetrating the act and departing the scene, not a hint of remorse or guilt could be found in the cab of the careening car, hurtling home through the streets. However later on in the night he recieved a phone call from the friend who owned the car, displaying his great displeasure at being the victim of an egging. The awesome egger was shocked, hurt and saddened that this extreme act of uncharted awesomeness had gone unappreciated on one of the few people that could understand his burden. The cross he was to bare everyday, ostracised and forced to hide his true identity. He spiralled into an abyss of depression and self-loathing, which from an outsiders (fly-on-the-wall) perspective would have looked not unlike Martin Sheen in the bedroom scene from Apocalypse Now.
We, the awesome, are losing good men like him everday. Post inebriant-induced guilt is another plague on our kind. Due to the nature of the beast, it is a common trait amongst the awe-man to over do it when out and about in pubs and clubs. The social pressures are rife, consuming any rational decision-making elements left in their heads that have not been tainted by the fruits of alcohol. This makes for one hell of a hangover! With this can come rash decisions, like never partaking in any awesome behaviour from that point onwards. This threatens the continued existence of one of the most endangered mammals on this planet, the awesome.
This is but another obstacle those living secretly among us most overcome. It does not look like guilt and remorse can be cured at the drop of a hat just yet, but, like the only way we know how to deal with these feelings, just give it some time!
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