Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Mix (test): Unreliable Narrator

    I do not remember a time when I did not hate the man. Just because he had known my wife since they were in kindergarten did not mean I did not see him as a threat. He was the biggest threat there was and I would not let him get in between my wife and I.  He knew I did not like him, but he would always try to talk to me whenever I saw him. We only saw him once a year at his Christmas party. He would invite all his friends and their spouses to his house to enjoy some wine and have a nice dinner. I could not stand this night, it was hours of torture and careful moderation, to make sure that he did not get too close to my wife. He always made her laugh and smile and she would talk about him for days after. I have always wanted to do something about him and I decided that this was the year that I would finally do something.

    The invite came in the mail the other day and I carefully scanned the card for the date and once I found it I knew he chose that day on purpose. My wife and I got married close to Christmas time so that time of year is always extra special to me. The man chose our anniversary for his party. I already had plans to go to dinner and have a nice night with my wife that night so I realized that I had to wait until next year to do something about him. When I told my wife about how he planned his party on our anniversary and that we could not see him this year. She agreed with me and I was happy about that. Finally a year without seeing him.

    The next day I woke up happy about life. My was getting my Christmas bonus today, my anniversary was soon, and I finally could go a year without seeing this dreadful man. I was eating my breakfast while my wife checked her e-mail when she told me that she had good news. I was wondering what this could be seeing we do not normally get big news. She told me that the she e-mailed the man telling that he could not make it the night of his party and that she could come over the next night with just the three of us if he wanted to. Before she could even tell me the news I was mad. Why would she ask him if we could see each other another day? She knew that I despised him and I was happy that we were not going over. So I asked what he said and she told me that he was sorry for planning the party on our anniversary but it was more than fine if we came the next night. Great, I still have to go over his house and see him. This ruined my whole day, not even getting my Christmas bonus would make up for this. At least I could finally do something about him this year.

    So I woke up the morning after my anniversary miserable and dreading of the activities I had planned for the day. I had to be at the man’s house at four o’clock in the afternoon and he  lived about an hour away. So around two my told me to start to get ready because we were leaving in an hour. I begged my wife to not let me go but she said that I had no choice. Even though I had plans for what I wanted to do with him at his house. I found a poisonous mix that I could put into his drink when I went over. So a little before three my wife and I got into the car to go to his house. I made sure that I had the mix in my pocket before we left. Finally, my plan will be completed.
    We arrived at his house shortly after four. He lived by himself because of what he said was trust and commitment issues. My wife immediately started talking to him and looked like she had a good time. He was watching the football game before we got there and asked if it was I was okay with watching it. I liked football so I told him it was fine and sat down. He told us that he ordered Chinese food and that it would be here shortly. As I was watching the game I could hear the laughter between the both of them. I was going to wait till dinner to put the poison in his drink but I could not wait much longer. I saw there was a bottle of wine in the kitchen so I went in and poured three glasses. I put the poison in one of the glasses. When I turned around to put the bottle on the counter my wife and the man picked up their glasses and left me one. I knew that the remaining glass definitely did not have the mix in it. I was pretty sure the man had the one with the mix in it because I remembered that the glass I put it in looked slightly different. My wife sat at the table and the man and I sat by the television. We were all sipping our wine and I was carefully watching the man. He kept looking at his glass like something was wrong so I knew he had the one with the mix it in. I knew it was just a matter of time before he died and my plan was a success. Right when I thought it was all going good I heard a thump on the table and a scream from the man.


Thursday, September 18, 2014

FIFA Addiction: Self deprication

My obsession has gone too far. It has taken over my life. It is the first thing I do when I get home and the last thing I do before I go to bed. It is the same thing over and over again. How did I let a game take me over like this? Even as I write this I am playing this game. It is just the same game of soccer over and over again. I try to convince myself that there is a purpose to playing it so much, but in reality there isn’t. When was the last time you heard of someone making money playing FIFA? Exactly, it just does not happen. I keep trying to stay away from it, but I keep coming back. I do not know what about it makes me want to play it so much. Maybe it is because I am such a big Chelsea Football Club fan or that I can play with the best soccer players in the world such as Ronaldo, Messi, and Ibrahimovic. But, you can do that in any sports game.I think it is because my biggest dream would be to be a professional soccer player, so playing the game gives me the feel that I am in a professional game.Whatever it is about it, I am greatly attracted to it. It is like if I do not play the game I am going to die. Almost like every goal that I score gives me a day to live. But honestly, my obsession with this simple game is insane. Like what would I do if they stopped making FIFA? I would go insane and not know how to live. I would protest outside of the EA Games headquarters all day and night so that they would bring the game back. They would think I was crazy and send me to a place for crazy people. Just since I got FIFA 14 for Christmas, I have played over ten days worth of it. That is way too much of just one game. I could have used that time reading or hanging out with friends. But no, I spent it sitting on my butt playing the game all by myself. When the new FIFA game was announced, I spent hours online researching all of the new features that would be included in the new game. In general the game is the same as it has been since it was released in 1998. So what if they added all these new features, it it still a soccer game. It has the same concept and purpose, score goals and win the game. I have almost spent real money on the game so that I could get special players and teams on the game. I was able though to convince myself not to. Maybe after I get the new one I will get bored of it eventually and not play anymore. I was able to restrain from going to the midnight release of the game in a few weeks and wait until Christmas to get it. Maybe waiting all this time will help. Time will only tell about my addiction. Other people get addicted to video games like Call of Duty or Battlefield and those games are just shooting people over and over again. There is also only a few things to choose from and only a few maps. On FIFA there is thousands of players and hundreds of teams. It would take me forever to play as every team on the game. So at least that is different. But, I only play as Chelsea every time and I usually play the same teams. That is like turning a light switch on and off for hours. It is the same thing over and over again. I hope by the time I graduate in a little over two years and I go to college that I will not be so obsessed with the game. I do not want to college and be obsessed with the game and skip class just so that I can get a few more matches in that day. I do not want to be that obsessed with the game. I have a few years till I have to worry about that but I still have to make sure that I calm down because, it will be here before I know it. All my friends tell me to stop playing but I do not.  My goal is to stop playing this game so much and get a job and get out more often. My obsession with the video game FIFA has gone too far and I hope that I can solve it soon.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Raft #2

My life is a struggle. This is my last year of going to of this twelve year education and I can’t even enjoy it. I have to do everything at home because of my families issues. My younger sibling struggles learning and he takes a while to process things. The woman who gave birth to me, has to get around in a wheelchair and does not get out of the house much. I have to provide all of the money for the family. Living in the capital of such a small state  like Massachusetts makes it hard to find jobs because everyone travels here to work. So I have to work at a Mcdonalds where I make minimum wage, and at Olive Garden where on a good night I make about $150 in tips. So between  those jobs there is barely enough money at the end of the week for anything. All of my money goes towards bills and food. We have to shop at Savers for all of our clothes because we don’t have enough money to go to a store like Macy’s. Everyone at school knows about my issues so I get harassed. I want to go to college but I do not even have enough money to go to a community college. I pray for the day when I can have enough money to go to a Celtic’s game. I have always liked basketball and I want to  see them in person at least one time in my life. I do not accept money people offer me, I believe that you have to earn your money and not depend on others. Therefore, all the money that I have I earned. I stay up all night helping my younger siblings with their homework and I am up past midnight doing that plus my homework. For our only parent, I have to help her cook and get things that are too high up for her to grab. I know my life is hard but I am thankful for the little I have and my family. They are the only real friends that I have ever have and I love them more than anything. I have never thought of how it would be to be born into a rich family where I could get whatever I want whenever want, That is not how life should be, those kids will never know how getting a paycheck feels and how to wisely spend that money. I feel bad for them that they will never know that feeling. I guess this that if you’re happy that is all that matters. I am happy with my life and no one can change that.