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in which the muse steamrolls his own mun
No. You know what? You're gonna sit there and listen, and I'm gonna talk. Do I look like I care about the fact that you're never gonna play me anywhere? Clearly that's not true. Here I am. I've heard the excuse for over a year now, okay? That old saw about having to drop everyone else to be able to do me justice and let me talk to every single person ever like you think I would.
Okay so maybe I would. Maybe. Not every single person ev-- do you really think I talk that much? I mean -- what? Non stop? I stopped for a second there, didn't I? And besides, mostly when I do talk, I'm talking to Jarvis, or Dummy, or Pep or Rhodey - you know. Either people I know have my back, or machines that I - hey, how about that - specifically programmed to. So stop thinking I'm gonna get right out there and start social butterflying. I'd find myself a nice cadre and just stick with that for the most part until I needed to start worrying about whatever idiot was getting in the way of the peace. Right? Right.
And don't even start with that "there are gonna be fifty billion of me around this place" thing. I know there's shiny new canon coming out. I'm excited too. I love seeing my face ten, twenty feet tall on a giant screen, it's great. Not gonna lie about that. But if I'm not going anywhere, what do you even care if I get a journal or not? Clearly you do. We went through what, five, ten usernames in the five-mile drive from work to here?
I'm gonna tell you the same thing I tell everyone, kid: stop lying to yourself. You may not think you need me, but you totally love me. You love writing me, you love picking me apart, you love the rush, and I don't care if you think you can keep it up or not, I'm not letting you sit on something that makes you feel good. Something feels good, you do it. If it bites you in the butt, you get up and you go "Okay, noted for next time". Doesn't mean you stop doing it. You just plan for the fallout next time. Believe me. I know. So I'm just gonna chill out here for a while, do my thing, help you with your massive to-do list, and be a damn rockstar. Even if you don't actually take me anywhere, I'll help you out. You need to have a little more confidence in what you do, beyond just saying you have it. Talk it 'til you walk it. I'll give you the words, you just get some killer shoes and we'll be good to go. You'll get what you want eventually, as long as you keep telling someone out there that "no" isn't in your vocabulary.
Thank you for putting the moonroof down and cranking the music, by the way. That was good. More of that and we'll go places.
Okay so maybe I would. Maybe. Not every single person ev-- do you really think I talk that much? I mean -- what? Non stop? I stopped for a second there, didn't I? And besides, mostly when I do talk, I'm talking to Jarvis, or Dummy, or Pep or Rhodey - you know. Either people I know have my back, or machines that I - hey, how about that - specifically programmed to. So stop thinking I'm gonna get right out there and start social butterflying. I'd find myself a nice cadre and just stick with that for the most part until I needed to start worrying about whatever idiot was getting in the way of the peace. Right? Right.
And don't even start with that "there are gonna be fifty billion of me around this place" thing. I know there's shiny new canon coming out. I'm excited too. I love seeing my face ten, twenty feet tall on a giant screen, it's great. Not gonna lie about that. But if I'm not going anywhere, what do you even care if I get a journal or not? Clearly you do. We went through what, five, ten usernames in the five-mile drive from work to here?
I'm gonna tell you the same thing I tell everyone, kid: stop lying to yourself. You may not think you need me, but you totally love me. You love writing me, you love picking me apart, you love the rush, and I don't care if you think you can keep it up or not, I'm not letting you sit on something that makes you feel good. Something feels good, you do it. If it bites you in the butt, you get up and you go "Okay, noted for next time". Doesn't mean you stop doing it. You just plan for the fallout next time. Believe me. I know. So I'm just gonna chill out here for a while, do my thing, help you with your massive to-do list, and be a damn rockstar. Even if you don't actually take me anywhere, I'll help you out. You need to have a little more confidence in what you do, beyond just saying you have it. Talk it 'til you walk it. I'll give you the words, you just get some killer shoes and we'll be good to go. You'll get what you want eventually, as long as you keep telling someone out there that "no" isn't in your vocabulary.
Thank you for putting the moonroof down and cranking the music, by the way. That was good. More of that and we'll go places.