Facing your lesser failures.

Tuesday’s blog post was a heavy one for me.  There was some deep self-examination and reflection that went into that lengthy entry, and I’m proud of it.  But I can’t stay down for long, so I want to lighten things up a bit to finish off this week’s blog entries.  If Tuesday’s blog was an examination of some of my major character flaws, here are some lighter flaws of mine that I kinda-sorta need to work on:

I yell at video games.  Like, really yell.  This one has plagued me for years and I’ve gotten significantly better at it (mostly because I don’t want to wake up my toddler), but when I was a younger man I let my nerd-rage bellow out when things didn’t go my way in a game.  I could argue that I was venting negativity and bad feelings in a manner that caused harm to no one, but if I’m being honest I was just a grown man yelling at pixels.

I talk constantly.  My friends, my family, and anyone who’s come to see me at a convention will tell you that I have been “blessed” with the gift of gab.  I can’t give a brief answer.  I feel the need to elaborate, or explain my point, or add an anecdote or three whenever I open my mouth.  If you’ve watched any of our monthly vlog videos, you’ll see it’s a “blessing” that both Garth and I share.

I swear.  A lot.  I don’t even know I’m doing it.  It’s like linguistic seasoning for me.  I really need to work on my potty-mouth as my son gets older.  My wife has told me that she will, in fact, kill me if our son adds curse words to his vocabulary thanks to me.

I slap inanimate objects when I get frustrated.  Not punch.  Slap.  It’s a weird habit I’ve developed as a result of trying to keep my yelling (see above) under control.  Walls and tables are the most common targets of my aggravated temper-tantrums.  I tried slapping the couch once, but my hand bounced back too far and I almost hit myself in the face.

I’m sure there are more flaws and shortcomings I forgot (or neglected) to list, but these are the ones of a lighter nature that I believe will do no real harm to anyone if they go untreated.  Except for the swearing.  I really don’t want my wife to kill me… but I must admit that I find swearing toddlers funny as hell.

About Michael

Michael Terracciano loves comic books, superheroes, outer space, and telling stories. His friends call him "Mookie." He spent the last ten years as the author and artist of the fantasy webcomic, "Dominic Deegan: Oracle for Hire." He enjoys spending time with his wife and their three cats. His favorite planet is Jupiter because it's awesome. He wants having superpowers to be fun again, and for this to be a universe you want to escape to, not from. He hopes you enjoy reading Star Power.