Post by The Dunne Deal on Nov 28, 2021 2:44:35 GMT -5
Joe Nobody stands beside an old, dusty chalkboard. He walks in front of it and grabs the lone piece of chalk sitting in the little metal tray that sits below it, and with little to no effort writes his name in some of the most elegant handwriting the world has ever seen.
“What’s in a name? What is it about the collections of consonants and vowels, that we call ourselves, that makes them so special? The harsh reality is nothing, really. Names are meaningless, it is the person to whom the name belongs too, that is what we remember. The name is not indicative of the talent. While some may claim someone like say Michael Jordan to be the greatest basketball player ever. If he had accomplished his achievements under the same of, oh let’s say Ronald Fistula, would they not be the same accomplishments.”
Nobody takes the chalk and underlines the word Joe on the chalkboard.
“Let’s take the first word of my name Joe. No Nobody, just the word Joe. You know when I first started in this business, I was only going to go by the name Joe, no surname, just Joe. Why, you may ask yourself? And the answer is quite simple, I’m afraid. Besides being a shorting of my actual name. I wanted to give myself a moniker, that resonated with the common man. After all, we all know a Joe. It’s could be a neighbor, parents, sibling, relative, co-worker. And whether they called themselves Joe, Joey, or Joseph, we all know Joe. But, some people didn’t like the name, they told me Joe was too ordinary, that you can’t accomplish anything in life, by going by the name Joe. Joe was a name for a nobody they said. And as much I hated to admit it, I was a nobody, but that wasn’t the first time, I had been told that.”
Nobody proceeds to erase the word Joe off the chalkboard leaving only the word Nobody on it. Nobody takes a step back to look at the word, framing it between his fingers.
“I’m about to let the whole world in one of my most dark secrets. I almost became a Nobody, way back in high school, actually, let’s go back a little bit farther. It’s no secret to the many lives I’ve come across in my life, that my childhood was less than ideal, the oldest of five children with a drunk abusive father, and mother who despite her best efforts, could barely keep a roof over our heads. I remember nights of going to bed and wondering if I would have running water, heat, electricity, food, or even a roof when I woke up the next morning. And, then one day like a Christmas miracle I was given the chance to leave all of the sufferings behind. The ability to move out of state, and live with my Grandmother. No father to beat me, to siblings to steal my stuff. No worrying, no pain. I took that opportunity and ran with it, and the first time I felt like I could be myself. You know at one time my mother pawned me off on my Godparents, one of whom was her best friend at the time mind you. In exchange for money to get cigarettes and diapers for my siblings. But I’m getting off-topic. I was free to grow, and discover who I was as a person, and all was well. Until my senior year of high school. You see my last two years of high school, were not spent in your average high school, but a vocational school, or trade school. There were classes for things like Culinary Arts, and Welding, and Auto Mechanics. And I signed up for a Medical course, the only guy to do so. One guy twenty-seven girls, in fact, because of the class I am/was an actual STNA. But, to say that class was some of the happiest times of my life would be a misnomer. And for the longest time, I bit my tongue, and never let them know what it was that I was thinking. Until the last week of school. During that week we had a pinning ceremony, think of it as a class-exclusive version of graduation, and we all had to make a speech, in front of our classmates, and their families. And requested I go last, now there were a couple of students who kinda knew where I was going to go with my speech, and attempted to get me to reconsider my words. But, I didn’t listen. My exact words were as follows.”
Nobody walks over to a podium set up next to the chalkboard, he slowly adjusts his tie and begins to speak.
“Parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, sons, and daughters. I would like to take this time to humbly thank you, for giving me the opportunity to work and learn with some of the brightest young women I’ve ever met.”
Nobody turns his head, pretending that his classmates are all sitting next to him as he gives his speech.
“But, that would be a lie. You see never in my life have I ever seen a large group of more stuck-up, self-centered little bitches than the collection of cumdumps that sit before me.”
Nobody looks back at the camera.
“Of course this collection of words were followed by a bunch of loud gasps and dirty looks, but I wasn’t finished yet.”
Nobody once again turns his head to the side.
“When I entered this class two years ago, I was a stranger, in a strange place. I was on the outside looking in, and never once did any of you ever invite me in. You only kept me close because you feared me, but never once did you accept me. I’ve heard you talk, and say things like, be nice to Joseph, he might bring a gun to school. And to that, I have to ask you. Is your life so meaningless that you need to ideas, the thought of a school shooting happening to bring some sort of excitement to it? Well the truth of the matter, you all right, there is a gun. It’s real, and I’ve held in my hand, on several a night. But as much as you all think that I would bring it here.”
Nobody walks away from the podium making a gun with his fingers, proceeding to point it at the ground.
“As much as you would love to see me place the barrel of it against the back of your skull and ask you if you believe in a God. I could never bring myself to harm any of you. For you see, the gun is not here.”
Nobody takes the finger gun and points it to his temple.
“It’s here. It’s here more times than I’d like to admit. Because, at times it’s the only thing I think will help me with the feelings of being alone, not lonely, alone. You see when you are alone, you question everything. And that’s what I’ve been for the past two years, alone. From the day I walked into the class you all made it very clear I didn’t belong to you. I didn’t belong in this class, this school, this city, this state. And, the voices of doubt inside my head told me, that you were right. I didn’t belong and was desperate to get them to be quiet. I was tired of them screaming at me. But, one voice was more powerful, at first, it was soft, but as the days went on it got louder, and louder. To point it was screaming, if you do this they win, and I refuse to let them win.”
Nobody looks into the camera.
“You see Jumbo Robinson at Vendetta, it doesn’t matter what the wheel lands on. Cage, Ladder, Japanese Death, Last Man Standing, whatever. The result is the same, you learning, that yes I am a Nobody. Nobody you should worry about.”
“What’s in a name? What is it about the collections of consonants and vowels, that we call ourselves, that makes them so special? The harsh reality is nothing, really. Names are meaningless, it is the person to whom the name belongs too, that is what we remember. The name is not indicative of the talent. While some may claim someone like say Michael Jordan to be the greatest basketball player ever. If he had accomplished his achievements under the same of, oh let’s say Ronald Fistula, would they not be the same accomplishments.”
Nobody takes the chalk and underlines the word Joe on the chalkboard.
“Let’s take the first word of my name Joe. No Nobody, just the word Joe. You know when I first started in this business, I was only going to go by the name Joe, no surname, just Joe. Why, you may ask yourself? And the answer is quite simple, I’m afraid. Besides being a shorting of my actual name. I wanted to give myself a moniker, that resonated with the common man. After all, we all know a Joe. It’s could be a neighbor, parents, sibling, relative, co-worker. And whether they called themselves Joe, Joey, or Joseph, we all know Joe. But, some people didn’t like the name, they told me Joe was too ordinary, that you can’t accomplish anything in life, by going by the name Joe. Joe was a name for a nobody they said. And as much I hated to admit it, I was a nobody, but that wasn’t the first time, I had been told that.”
Nobody proceeds to erase the word Joe off the chalkboard leaving only the word Nobody on it. Nobody takes a step back to look at the word, framing it between his fingers.
“I’m about to let the whole world in one of my most dark secrets. I almost became a Nobody, way back in high school, actually, let’s go back a little bit farther. It’s no secret to the many lives I’ve come across in my life, that my childhood was less than ideal, the oldest of five children with a drunk abusive father, and mother who despite her best efforts, could barely keep a roof over our heads. I remember nights of going to bed and wondering if I would have running water, heat, electricity, food, or even a roof when I woke up the next morning. And, then one day like a Christmas miracle I was given the chance to leave all of the sufferings behind. The ability to move out of state, and live with my Grandmother. No father to beat me, to siblings to steal my stuff. No worrying, no pain. I took that opportunity and ran with it, and the first time I felt like I could be myself. You know at one time my mother pawned me off on my Godparents, one of whom was her best friend at the time mind you. In exchange for money to get cigarettes and diapers for my siblings. But I’m getting off-topic. I was free to grow, and discover who I was as a person, and all was well. Until my senior year of high school. You see my last two years of high school, were not spent in your average high school, but a vocational school, or trade school. There were classes for things like Culinary Arts, and Welding, and Auto Mechanics. And I signed up for a Medical course, the only guy to do so. One guy twenty-seven girls, in fact, because of the class I am/was an actual STNA. But, to say that class was some of the happiest times of my life would be a misnomer. And for the longest time, I bit my tongue, and never let them know what it was that I was thinking. Until the last week of school. During that week we had a pinning ceremony, think of it as a class-exclusive version of graduation, and we all had to make a speech, in front of our classmates, and their families. And requested I go last, now there were a couple of students who kinda knew where I was going to go with my speech, and attempted to get me to reconsider my words. But, I didn’t listen. My exact words were as follows.”
Nobody walks over to a podium set up next to the chalkboard, he slowly adjusts his tie and begins to speak.
“Parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, sons, and daughters. I would like to take this time to humbly thank you, for giving me the opportunity to work and learn with some of the brightest young women I’ve ever met.”
Nobody turns his head, pretending that his classmates are all sitting next to him as he gives his speech.
“But, that would be a lie. You see never in my life have I ever seen a large group of more stuck-up, self-centered little bitches than the collection of cumdumps that sit before me.”
Nobody looks back at the camera.
“Of course this collection of words were followed by a bunch of loud gasps and dirty looks, but I wasn’t finished yet.”
Nobody once again turns his head to the side.
“When I entered this class two years ago, I was a stranger, in a strange place. I was on the outside looking in, and never once did any of you ever invite me in. You only kept me close because you feared me, but never once did you accept me. I’ve heard you talk, and say things like, be nice to Joseph, he might bring a gun to school. And to that, I have to ask you. Is your life so meaningless that you need to ideas, the thought of a school shooting happening to bring some sort of excitement to it? Well the truth of the matter, you all right, there is a gun. It’s real, and I’ve held in my hand, on several a night. But as much as you all think that I would bring it here.”
Nobody walks away from the podium making a gun with his fingers, proceeding to point it at the ground.
“As much as you would love to see me place the barrel of it against the back of your skull and ask you if you believe in a God. I could never bring myself to harm any of you. For you see, the gun is not here.”
Nobody takes the finger gun and points it to his temple.
“It’s here. It’s here more times than I’d like to admit. Because, at times it’s the only thing I think will help me with the feelings of being alone, not lonely, alone. You see when you are alone, you question everything. And that’s what I’ve been for the past two years, alone. From the day I walked into the class you all made it very clear I didn’t belong to you. I didn’t belong in this class, this school, this city, this state. And, the voices of doubt inside my head told me, that you were right. I didn’t belong and was desperate to get them to be quiet. I was tired of them screaming at me. But, one voice was more powerful, at first, it was soft, but as the days went on it got louder, and louder. To point it was screaming, if you do this they win, and I refuse to let them win.”
Nobody looks into the camera.
“You see Jumbo Robinson at Vendetta, it doesn’t matter what the wheel lands on. Cage, Ladder, Japanese Death, Last Man Standing, whatever. The result is the same, you learning, that yes I am a Nobody. Nobody you should worry about.”
