It does not matter to our story what Mike had been reading that night [Spoiler alert: It was a professional wrestling “dirt sheet” site – where rumors about professional wrestling were posted and where others could comment upon those rumors – Grandma might not have actually approved – she might actually have laughed about the one with the cowlick and the funny nose] because Mike had done his fill of surfing and was pretty much ready to call it a night. He was just about to click the little “X”, at the top right hand side of his web browser, when the small window opened up. It was like many other pop-up ads that Mike had seen over the years, in essence at least. Only this time there were no pretty pictures [ or even embarrassing ones ]. Nor were there any pretty sounds. Just a black window, filled with green text. Text that read:
While Mike was not a technical genius – neither was he a social idiot. He knew, at least on some level, what those words represented and who those words implied. Mike understood that people who knew way more about oh ess's than he, were either having a bit of fun at his expense or that the sharks had just noticed the smaller fish in their ocean.
Mike had, at that moment, left his moment of beaming pride – and had wandered into a moment of fear and confusion that would set the tone for the rest of his entire life.
According to the new script – that meant the next fifty one seconds.
Frozen, Mike blankly stared at the blinking period at the end of the words on his screen. Without even realizing it, his hand stopped moving and he was no longer seeking to click on the “X” at the top of his screen. Sometimes life hits us and we lose the ability to speak in words. This is a fact that most know. But fewer are aware that sometimes life can throw a curve ball at you that leaves one unable to even think in words. This is where Mike was at. Beyond even thinking in words. Untold hundreds of thousands of years worth of evolutionary progress had, for the moment, been rendered pointless. Leaving Mike as vacant and emotionally led as his earliest ancestors had once been when confronted by the unexpected. Nothing more than a clump of conflicting emotions and reflex, all screaming as loudly as they possibly can – one striving to overpower the others in the war to make the mind listen and obey.
Actually, I am being somewhat unkind to Mike and not giving credit where credit is due. Technically he did achieve speech as all of this was going on. Just not English – the only language he was capable of speaking in. However, give him big ups. He did manage to say “Dwaaahhh?” out loud and everything! Even if nobody but us would ever know.
It's less than most of us could have managed. More than others. Still. Leave poor Mike alone! Voyeurs are supposed to enjoy the show – not critique the acting ( or the writing! ). Our friend Mike managed what he was able to manage. So, good on him. I think we can feel OK about putting a posthumous silver star on poor Mikes forehead. He earned it. Even if he really didn't earn it. The script change thing? Yeah. That deserves a bit of pity. Don't you think? True love, replaced by what's about to happen? Poor, poor Mike.
Regarding that script change...
Most of us are aware of destiny. In life we tend to get the Cliff notes version and a brief introduction to the concept. We are aware that she is the force that stirs the pot and gets things happening. There are a few different schools of thought regarding her. Some believe that God is in control of it all – and that destiny is simply a cop out for the weak. Others think that destiny is something that we created in lives lived long before the one we are currently engaged in. There are also those who believe she's nothing more than random chance and chaos theory throwing the ultimate party. I imagine there are those who believe any mixture of the above, or even hold totally different interpretations of how destiny works.
Well. You are all wrong about her! She is actually an amazingly caring and giving lady! You see, destiny is a people pleaser!