I Am Pathetic

I am pathetic because I don't know who I am. Because I wander the earth aimlessly. Because I am in a dead-end job. I am pathetic because I have not told the person I hate most to fuck off at the top of my lungs. Because I have not hit someone across the face with a computer keyboard causing them to loose several teeth. I am pathetic because my true calling in life is to be an assassin and I have not yet recognized that. To kill random people because a gigantic loom told me to. To bend bullets around big pieces of meat. To shoot a bullet from a very large rifle and have it pierce someone's brain miles and miles away. Yep, I'm pathetic. At least, that's what Wesley Gibson (James McAvoy) says at the ending of the movie Wanted. Directly. To the entire audience in the movie theater.

So evidently I'm nothing until I pick up a gun and put down a couple of people. But here's the thing. I can't say that there's a loom close-by or even within close proximity. But I'm a problem solver and by God, I won't let a simple obstacle like a fate-telling loom stand in the way of me not making myself pathetic. So I'm going to use a sewing machine. Yes, I'm going to get a piece of cloth and run the shit out that machine on that piece of cloth and let the thread falls where they may. And then here's the other thing. I don't have a gun or a license for a gun. But again, let me state that I'm a problem solver here and I make the impossible happen. When I'm cooking, maybe I'm out of eggs or something and maybe I use something else instead of eggs that kind of taste like eggs but not exactly and it still works. Maybe it doesn't taste great, but hey I didn't have eggs and I'm a problem solver.

So anyways, I don't have a gun but I do have a wooden garden trowel. So I'm going to read that piece of cloth with those sewn threads, find a name in those threads and then I'm going to use that wooden garden trowel on some random name and I'm going to put that person down. I may have to bend that wooden garden trowel around a piece of meat because maybe the person I have to kill is standing behind a piece of meat or a nice statue or something and I don't want to break the statue or bruise the meat because that might be a really expensive statue or a nice piece of meat, I just want to kill the person. And if that's the case, I may have to take a couple of days learning exactly how to bend a wooden garden trowel around a piece of meat or a statue, but I'll take those couple of days to make sure I can do that. And then I'll go out and kill some random person so Wesley Gibson doesn't think I'm pathetic. Because I just can't go on having him think that about me.