"Too good" they said "Overqualified." I flew like a corkscrew around them. The Blue Angles just lost their chance to fly with the best!

And my inteligence tests were so good. Of course because I used to be a professional doctor.

I flew faster than all them, I even came in first place in go-karting night. And years of pogo stick practice pulling all those G's at the bottom of a sick jump, the Angle planes were a peace of cake.

It's their loss, maybe I will start my own acrobatic flying team, maybe call it the Green Angles Elite and we will fly them out of the sky. Anyway, are you still looking for a part time T-shirt designer? Do I need to know how to use a computer?

There was no news from the literature.cafe community. Rumors were spreading about what happened but nobody really knew. Perhaps a dispute between friends turned violent and a home server was destroyed in retaliation. Maybe flooding by endless rain left literature.cafe completely underwater. The writers tried to type underwater but their keyboards just made a squishy muted whimper. What will happen? A search and rescue team has begun a recovery mission, now all we can do is wait.

Ugh, I despise that .world makes using it with a VPN so bloody hard. There's some editing that needs done, but I'm not switching back just to do it. If anyone notices the section where Kerry is talking about nuke, he's trying to say that part of Nuke's psychological issues were power related, but not all of them. I copy/pasted from the wrong draft.

Which also means that I'm going to restart the community elsewhere. Lemmy and the fediverse should be more privacy friendly than that.

"Every Monday begins with a similar feeling as I head to work."

Nah that's just the other me. The other Simon, who lost the coinflip.

He was very friendly, infectiously enthusiastic and just an all-around fun guy. I won't lie in saying I envied him. One day, something happened. Something that I think I should not have been a part of. But perhaps I was. Something not good. Something to him.

I didn't see him a few days after the event. But then, he emerged. And never seems to leave me alone. Always wishing me well. Helping me in every turn of fate that puts me down. Being there for me when no-one else is.

I don't deserve him. One day, I take his life. But he reappears a minute later. Every time I kill him, he just slows down by a minute in his emergence. All I know is vindictive rage when I get rid of him. But it seems to never empty. When I finally killed him enough to have a day of peace, I realise.

He was my guilt. And he exists as long as I don't forgive myself. I am a good person, I just didn't accept it.

Minds make what they want to see, I think.