Wild Thoughts
from the mind of Tim Wild
So, here’s my question:
What’s wrong with you? Seriously. No – don’t start that. Never mind what’s wrong with me. We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you. YOU. It’s home truths time. Realising your responsibilities, facing the music, taking it on the chin and asking for seconds time. If you learn one thing today, you’re going to learn that. So pin ‘em back and start listening, or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.
Did you really think you could carry on this way? Sauntering about the place without so much as a by-your-leave? Without attracting a second glance? Well here is the news – you attracted a first glance. Then a second and third one. And those glances came from me. I’ll get right to it – I didn’t care for what I (very briefly) saw. Oh, I know what you thought. You thought it was OK. That everyone does it. That it doesn’t really do any harm. That you didn’t have a choice. Wrong, wrong, wrong and wrong again. After all – would you want everyone else to do that? To carry on the way you do? Where would we be then, eh? Up shit creek, that’s where.
It’s time to take a long, hard look at yourself and start asking some serious questions. Is this really the kind of person you want to be? Are you really headed in the right direction? Because, my friend, if you don’t stop, take stock, wise up and start flying right sometime soon, you’re going to be lost. And I think we all know what that means. It doesn’t bear thinking about, does it? Well I’VE thought about it, and maybe other people could bear thinking about it too, but not you. You haven’t got what it takes. You’ve probably thought about it for a little bit, got scared, and then run home to Mummy. You’re lucky I’m here.
Don’t start with me about it either. I’ve heard it all before. The lies, the excuses, the snivelling self-justifications. The what-ifs and I-could-haves and what-are-you-talking-abouts. I’ll tell you something right now – it doesn’t wash with me. Not for a second. I’m in this thing for the long haul, whether you like it or not. I haven’t some this far just to give up and walk away. Not now.
So here’s the bottom line – first thing tomorrow, we’re going to get started. Crack of dawn, it’s rise and shine. Shower, shit, shave and then off to play with the big boys. You’d best bring your ‘A’ game, son – it’s big league time. And don’t start crying about it either.
You knew this day would come.
