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Corrosion

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You’re probably wondering why I brought you here, huh, little bro? Abandoned property, lots of old steel and iron girders. Looks pretty solid doesn’t it? Kind of like me. Now, see, the reason I brought you here is ‘cause I want to explain about some of the changes I’ve been goin’ through. Why I haven’t been studying so much, why I’ve been going to the gym, why I’ve been hanging out with new friends.

See, it’s all right here. And no, I’m not talking about me or my body. We’ll get to that later. Look behind me. Look above me. Look at these girders. What do you see?

Look closer, man, come on!

There! That’s it, right there! That’s what I’m talking about. Look at how that metal is peeling, curling, stripping. It’s losing its color, its shape, its cohesion. It’s corroded. Now, you see, little bro, corrosion happens when metal gets exposed to the elements for too long. Open air eventually leads to oxidation, which leads to the metal breaking down and flaking away, degrading until it finally snaps. It can take a long time, sometimes. And other times, it’s quick and easy. It all depends on the exposure, the stuff you throw at it, you follow me?

Well, bro, if you look carefully, you’ll see all those curls and shavings look an awful like like the furls we’ve got in our brains, y’know? Rain, sleet, hail, snow, wind, repeat. Everything bashes against these girders until they start to break down. And that’s what happened to me, bro.

My brain couldn’t take it anymore. I started to break down. Honors classes, grades, college, no electives, no room to breathe. Study, study, study all the fuckin’ time, bro.

Relax. No one’s here to hear it. It’s just us. But bro, that’s what was going on. That’s what was happening to me. I was tired of it. My brain was breaking down. My brain was corroded. And just like these girders here or the ones on a bridge, I needed a break and I needed a repair.

I looked up how they do it, you know, repair these things. I haven’t lost all my smarts yet, you know. I just ... put ‘em in other things. Anyway, first step is to cut off traffic flow. Anything that puts stress over the girders while they’re being repaired is a big no. So, that’s what I did. I shut down. I stopped trying to impress the honor society and my parents and whoever else was hanging my future over my head to bludgeon me. I needed to just let go, y’know?

Damn, did it feel good to let go.

Now, like I said, that’s just the first step. Shutting down won’t stop corrosion. It just lets you take a load off and prep for what’s to come. Don’t give me that look, bro. Listen. This is important. You’ve gotta listen to me.

Step two, bro. Now, this is how they wrote it, not me, okay? The bridges have gotta get jacked, bro. That’s the next step. Listen, bro! You promised me you’d listen. You follow me? Good. Listen. Step one. Step one is to let go. I had to let go and focus. Focus on me. No other voices. No other distractions. Couldn’t let the corrosion get worse, right? Now step two follows step one. I had to get jacked up, like the bridge, ya know?

I had to go to the gym to get jacked up. Step two. Jacking up. Step two. Pumping up. Step two. Lifting up. Step two. Listen up. I jacked up by working out. Working out to step three. ‘Cause step three is nearly the same. Step three is so much alike. Step three is cutting out the bad stuff. Cutting out the corrosion.

Step two: Pumping Up and Working Out.

Step three: Cutting out.

The corrosion has to go. First, I cut out junk food. Then I ran step two again. I pumped up. I worked out. Then Step three. I cut out academics. That’s right, bro. Cut it out.

And bro, it felt so fucking good to cut it out. I relaxed. I stopped caring about those stupid grades and professors. What mattered was me. What mattered was my structure, my integrity, my security. Being secure in my body, secure with step two and step three.

Working out. Pumping up. Cutting studying.

Working out. Pumping up. Cutting tutoring.

Working out. Pumping up. Cutting homework.

Bro, it felt so, fucking, GOOD!

I listened to my body. I let go of my stress. I jacked up my body by working out. I cut out the corrosion.

Step one....

Step two....

Step three....

Are you listening?

Good. Remember, you promised to listen.

You’re starting to get it now, bro, aren’t you?

I can tell.

Step four is easy. I was already doing it, and I didn’t even know it. Can you guess what it is, bro? Nah, I can see you can’t. Don’t worry, bro. I knew you were feelin’ the same. Mom n’Dad’ve been giving you the same treatment since I stood up to ‘em. I know. S’why I wanted to show you, to tell you, to make you understand.

And you understand I needed these steps.

And bro, don’t take this the wrong way. I think you need these steps, too.

I know, too much information. You feel like your head’s all fuzzy. That’s the corrosion I was talkin’ about. Just keep listening. Keep following me, following my voice.

Good little bro. You can get pumped while we talk. Go on. I don’t mind. Try it. Jack up, bro.

Step one....

Step two....

Step three....

Step four: Welding new steel in place.

Or in this case, new material for the brain, little bro. New information, like the stuff I’ve been telling you. Step one: shutdown. Step two: jacking up. Step three: Cutting out. Step four: Welding new stuff in.

And you know the best part, bro? I’d been welding the whole time. Look at me. Listen to me. The new stuff was working out. The new stuff was new exercises. The new stuff was new diets and routines.

And new friends.

So what if my new friends are jocks?

It’s a natural fit for a jacked up bod. A jacked up bod needs a jacked up jock and a jacked up jock needs a jacked up bod. It’s a natural fit for a bro like me, little bro. They’re my stiffeners, you know, the secondary support. They keep me straight. Straight in form. Rigid structure. We hold each other up, ya know?

They get me so pumped, so jacked up! I’m telling you, bro, I’m ready for another step four. This time, I’m going all the way with a new sport. Bros want me to play football. And I gotta say, I want to, too. I mean, the weld supports the beam, right? And the beam supports the weld. A stiff hard beam built to take heavy loads. A big buff team built to take heavy blows. I’m gonna join the football team, little bro, be with my new friends. It’s where I belong. I fit there.

What’s Step five?

Well, bro, once the weld is done and set, that’s kinda it. Step five is when they lower the span back onto the girder again. The load comes back. Only this time, you can bear it, because you’re stronger.

Stronger, like me.

I said no to Mom and Dad because I’d had enough. I still have to fight with them. Still have to tell them to back off and let me be the new me. But I’m strong because of these steps.

So what if I’m a jock bro? There’s nothing wrong with that. What matters is being happy and doing the weld right. Understand, little bro?

Huhuhuh. I thought you might say that. Sure, you can come with me to the gym next time. I’ll show you the ropes.

Let’s get you jacked up.