It's easy to dismiss my recent arousal to action. I've cried wolf too many times, I suspect. Of course, those countless iterations of "I'm a changed man" were half-assed at best, meaningless, weak self-assertions that, ultimately, fell prey to the larger problem. It's all fine and good to say it's different this time, but it goes without saying that it's difficult to convince people of something that they openly wanted for me but I always rejected: an acceptance of my full potential. In a book I'm currently reading entitled Quantum Reality, its author summarizes Heisenberg's interpretation of the Copenhagen School of quantum theory as an observer-created reality that is founded on mere possibilities, potentials, and, most poignantly I feel, promises. Despite Heisenberg's assertion that there doesn't exist a "deep reality" behind what we see, I happen to identify with this idea of reality as an ever-evolving promise. The future, in effect, is promising. Whether or not that's good or bad is up to you.
And I know what you're all thinking (Jordan). My promise isn't aimed specifically at Brenda. We all go through intense desires to win back our loves with grand, sweeping gestures of change and self-enlightenment. Rather, this is aimed at all of my friends and family and, most importantly, myself. This isn't some self-delusional, granola-crunching, hippie moment of revelation. This is simply acknowledging what's been true all along. I will rock you, pure and simple. And all my imaginary "competition," in love, in life, in career, can, quite frankly, kiss my ass. There are countless carbon copies of "men" out there and I am happy to say that I am not only outside their league, but above it. And, despite my lofty yet achievable goal of becoming a working actor, I understand quantum theory, my niggas, and I guarantee that the other halfwits at Beth Melski casting aren't mulling over the Uncertainty Principle. Most likely, they're considering the Uncertainty Principal, a high-level educator at their hometown school about whom the students were never quite able to obtain both his location and velocity. Quantum physics jokes? Come on those KILL in Copenhagen!
Oooh, that reminds me, I'd like to construct a stand-up routine completely out of high-brow intellectual jibberjabber. Yeah, I'd get booed off the stage, but my friends would laugh.
"And says to him, I says, 'know it? I developed the mathematical principals SURROUNDING it!'"
"Get off the stage, you fruit!"