Sneak peak of draft Corey Brown chapter

This is still a work in progress, but it's why I haven't been posting as regularly as I'd like to. Again, I'm still working on this, the grammar and the wording will be an utter mess. But yeah, have fun reading it. (For those of you who don't know, I'm working on a book about an overthinking teenager who likes to make recordings of his/her thoughts. I'm leaving out all physical description of the character because I want Corey to be something different to everyone)

Of bullets and bug-bites
You know the phrase ‘take a bullet for’? Well, I was thinking; yes I realize how dangerous that is, but anyway, I was thinking, it's so much easier to take a bullet for someone than it is to complete a menial task for them. 

My little cousin drives me absolutely insane but it's common knowledge her that if anything ever does happen, ill make sure she's safe. If someone was gonna shoot her, id take the bullet. If someone bullied her, I'd beat that kid till he bled. But give her the remote? Ha, that's never gonna happen. How can we prove trustworthy for big things if we can't be there in the little things? When my life sucks, lots of people I don't even know tell me that they're there for me, even kids my age who blatantly ignore me. Sure, it was sweet of them, but where were these people when I had small issues?

 Yes, I know I rarely have problems, but theoretically speaking, how do you expect me to trust you with a world of problems when you didn't help me with my minor inconveniences? How should I trust you to help me carry a big load when you didn't grab a cup for me? Again, I know it sounds dumb and I haven't even been through a lot myself, and I'm not excluding myself from this, I know that I miss the buck a lot, I'm guilty of doing these, but that still brings me to my point. 

We should stop saying that we would take a bullet for someone because we aren't taking their day to day paintballs and bug bites A bullet is a finality, it means the end and in most instances, you die and the suffering or inconvenience doesn't last. As morbid as that sounds, I think we just claim to be a hero when a dramatic situation arises so we feel good about ourselves. There's a song that says       "I'd die for you
That's easy to say
We have a list of people that we would take
A bullet for them
A bullet for you
A bullet for everybody in this room
But I don't seem to see many bullets coming through
See many bullets coming through
Metaphorically I'm the man
But literally I don't know what I'd do" 

I like the way that puts it. We say we'll die for someone, and it's usually true in regards to family and friends, but at the end of the day, a bullet is final. You suffer for a few minutes and then it's gone. 

Paintballs aren't deadly so people don't always take them as seriously. But think about getting pelted with paintballs without protection on bare skin. Yeah, ouch. There's more of it and it's smaller so it stings more. Your body would take longer to pass out and process the pain because it was coming from many different spots. For the purposes of this metaphor, taking several paintballs to exposed skin would hurt more than a single bullet. The pain lasts longer and is coming from more than one area. 

Bug bites though, those are the worst. They are constant, incessant, nagging-, they don't go away. To take someone's bug bites means subjecting yourself voluntarily to an annoyance or problem that lingers and does not go away. I think it would mean more to me if a person took as many bug bites and paintballs for me as they possible could, and then helped bandage me when the bullet hit. Help me study math on the daily and then I'll trust you for tutoring before my test. Let me trust you with little secrets or musings before I break down and spill my ever-overflowing guts to you. How does that Bible verse go? Gah, my third-grade teacher taught it to me. I'll just gonna paraphrase it. Be good with the little I give you so that you can be great with the larger portions. Anyway, this was completely scattered. Side noteish, I need to find an outro. Each one of my recording devices have their own outro, that's how I separate them. My first one was “Corey Brown is leaving brain town… till tomorrow.” Yes, it was cheesy and stupid, but c'mon I was twelve. Hmmm… remember that one Disney tv show, Good luck Charlie? Teddy always ended her vlogs,-well if they called them vlogs back then-, she always ended them with, “Good luck Charlie.” I need that. I'm gonna call it my GLC. I need to figure one out, but right now I've got things to do, such as sleep, night. 
 

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