I’m just going to say it: If Jack Bauer was a real person, we’d be friends.
Not because I’m some sort of secret counter terrorist agent. And not because I’m all that into shooting people or breaking their kneecaps. Nope, I leave that stuff to Jack and the Chuck Norrises of the world.
Here’s why I think Jack and I would be good friends:
No, really, it’s true. I’m not easily upset. Going barefoot on hotel carpet? Doesn’t bother me. Nor does a picture hanging crooked on the wall. Wrinkled clothes? Um, just ask me when I last ironed. (But don’t expect an accurate answer.) YouTube taking too long to buffer? No biggie, I’ll fill the time with a quick game of spider solitaire.
And that’s what Jack Bauer needs. Someone with the necessary laidback-ness to properly massage his intensity. He needs (or would if he actually existed) a friend to calm his frazzled terrorist-fighting nerves.
I’m telling you, Jack Bauer needs me…Melissa…the non-intense.
Well…okay, fine. There may just be one area of my life in which I lean towards intense. Okay, fine, quite intense. Okay, fine, super intense. (I’d say “uber” intense, but I don’t know how to make a “u” with those two dots above it.)
I am intense when it comes to writing. I am intense when it comes to my writing dream. I am intense when it comes to pursuing that dream.
Which is why I am so thankful for friends who calm me down. Who prod me off the ledge called “obsessed.” Who brave the depths of my sometimes over-intensity and remind me no one is going to die if I don't reach my word count for the day. That it's okay if I need to re-write a scene for the fifteenth time. That patience is, in fact, a good thing, and God has a pretty sweet plan, after all.
Those bring-me-down-to-earth friends are vital to my writing journey...and frankly, to my sanity. And I love 'em.
How about you? Do you ever find yourself over-intense about writing or some other dream...or anything? Who are your friends who talk you off the ledge? And be honest...considering it's been several years since 24 went off the air, is it about time I stop routinely referencing Jack Bauer?