Have you heard of the Man Repeller Writers Club? Every month we pose a story idea, you write about it and then send it to us (email@example.com) with the subject line “MR Writers Club.” We go through all submissions and post the winner on the first Saturday of every month. Ready? Let’s go.
Somewhere along the line, we all started believing that the only thing missing from our lives was a little commitment. We’re too distracted! Unreliable! Haphazard with our intentions! Our modern world and all its self-obsessed fixtures seems to reinforce the same truth: if we just focused, everything would stop being so terrible. And on the other side? Enlightenment awaits us. So sure we are of commitment’s virtue, we have a derogatory name for people who don’t like it.
Oft left out of this equation, however, are the inevitable pitfalls of a one-track mind: the likelihood of failure, the consequence of tunnel vision, the limited stores of discipline powering our self-improvement engines. Not that those stop us. I’ve scarcely made a commitment I didn’t break and yet I pledge my allegiance to a new brand of bullshit on the daily. The most recent being my decision to eat breakfast at a consistent 8:30 a.m. every day for a story I’m writing on what to eat for breakfast. (Which is only a worthy topic, by the way, because none of us can figure out which breakfast to commit to.) (I ate a KIND bar on the subway at 9:30 this morning.)
But, as with rules, perhaps commitments are made to be broken. This February at Man Repeller, we’re going to be talking a lot about The Other C-Word (just made that a thing by capitalizing it), so for this round of Writers Club, why don’t you tell us about a commitment you regret making? One you wish you never made, perhaps. Take that as you will, do so in 500 words or less and send it to firstname.lastname@example.org by 12 P.M. EST on Tuesday, February 28th.
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