International Man of Mystery

Daily writing prompt
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.

If I was guaranteed not to fail, I’d become a billionaire philanthropist and just go around fixing things, like Dolly Parton (get well soon, Dolly). I would join Matt Damon at Water.org, because I think that clean water for the third world is such a worthy goal, and I’d like to write with Matt and Ben Affleck, anyway. The easiest way to meet the people you want to meet is to get involved in their periphery.

For instance, I wanted to meet Jonna Mendez, so I bought her books.

That’s where being an “international man of mystery” comes in. I’ve had more fun with her nonfiction than I’ve had with fiction in years, because real spy stories are right up there with reel… you just have to adjust your expectations to what real life governments can accomplish and forego movie magic.

The police did not chase Tony and the Houseguests down the runway in “Argo.” It was still scary as fuck trying to get past security at the Tehran airport…. but how do you convey that fear to an audience when the terrifying monologue is internal? Just because it didn’t happen in real life doesn’t mean those scenes didn’t play out in Tony’s mind.

Tony and Jonna were the geniuses behind the Argo movie and book, because I guessed and was correct that Jonna was an uncredited writer on “Argo.” And in fact, she said that the book was green lit after the movie because so many people wanted to know the real story- and one of the criticisms of the movie was that America got too much credit, so the book says, “thank you, Canada” about every five pages.

Thank you, Canada, from me as well.

Me being interested in spies starts with Argo, the story of how CIA needed to create a Canadian film crew disguise to get diplomats out of Tehran during the uprising in ’79. I would not have been as interested if my first girlfriend wasn’t Canadian, because it was like I had this weird connection to the story. I realized that I wanted to write scripts that were funny and serious about espionage, but that I’d like to collaborate on scripts because I know so little about both screenwriting and spy craft.

I’ve tried to bridge the gap by reading excellent fiction and nonfiction in the genre, but it’s not the same as being a spy and learning the jargon yourself. So if I was guaranteed not to fail, I’d apply at CIA and see if they had any use for me, because any job at CIA would be useful to me. I would bet that I would learn more by working at the Starbucks than I would in operations, and that’s a fact, Jack.

The world is built on information, and no one pays attention to Starbucks clerks.

What would it be like to out Little Gray Man the Little Gray Men?

I might be the first barista to be invited to a meeting on the seventh floor because I tend to overhear things. I also have the kind of personality where people spill to me without realizing they’ve done it. I would like to be able to use those skills for good, and I think CIA could harness them.

But I’m serious about working in Starbucks, or the mailroom, or anywhere you’re likely to run into people cross-discipline as more effective a job at CIA for being a writer. You don’t just want to learn the jargon of one directorate or department, and each has a bit different patois depending on the area of the world.

Because in the end, it’s all about the writing. Being an international man of mystery is a secondary goal, because what I’d really like is a career similar to John Le CarrĂ©. But he had to go through the trenches at MI-6 to get it.

Of course, the other thing that appeals to me is social media direction at CIA, becoming one of those characters like “Molly,” who brings you inside the fold and tells you what you’re allowed to know. For instance, according to Molly, the Starbucks at Langley is the busiest in the world.

Which reminds me of the Burger King in MiB. I have thought for a long time that MiB is a documentary, that we are all citizens of Locker C.

If I was guaranteed not to fail, I could prove it.

Getting Back Together

What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.

Breaking up with Dana and my best friend at the same time was the most exquisite pain God’s ever dished up, and I have to attribute it to mental illness. It was all my fault, or at least, that’s the way I perceived it at the time. I treated meeting Supergrover like I treated meeting everyone else….. when in reality I fell in love with Prince T’Challah.

I am laughing out loud as I see me running around in circles like Meredith Grey, because our situation was very much the pilot of Grey’s Anatomy. The look on Meredith’s face when she realizes just who she’s been lusting after is basically the entire plot to my life that year, and I underestimated the effect of having accidentally walked into power just like it. I have had every single one of those “oh,shit” moments and some of them so priceless I wish I’d gotten them on video.

Accidentally walking into that kind of power changes you, and I don’t have to say much because there are like six TV seasons of how that played out. Both high and low points, clearly.

If I couldn’t fail, I would tell her I loved her every single day of my life, that she changed me in ways no one else ever could, and I’m sorry that I get angry when my needs aren’t being met- and not in a snarky way. Just saying that I know having needs is one thing. Expressing anger is another. I’d tell her I know she’s terrified of conflict and it would be better if we could see each other’s eyes when we talked, and if that still wasn’t possible, then at least take more time to reply to each other so anger isn’t running high.

If I couldn’t fail, I’d tell our friends and family we couldn’t fail again and to get used to it. We need other romantic partners, but when we say that, it doesn’t mean “I don’t need you.” I need her to be less avoidant in her attachment and me to be less anxious in mine. Yet when we’re feeding each other the right way, it’s like being hooked up to a battery pack so your computer never has to stop processing.

When I was on the West Coast, that was easy because I needed the brain at different times than she did. đŸ˜‰

With her, I can picture everything from living together (me as the old spinster in the attic, not the partner…. don’t make it weird) to never making up at all. The reason I think all of this is so sad is that I think we could fix everything with one of those hugs that lasts, what, 7 seconds or some shit? Where it lasts long enough to break down your walls and you relax? The reason I have enough room for all of that in my mind is that I’ve been thinking over ways to make the relationship work long before I knew whether it would or wouldn’t.

Nothing has ever been dependent on living together or in the same city. Living as the spinster in her attic was a Boo Radley reference, because I know that’s the literary character that represents me the most…… and one of her favorite stories in the world is “To Kill a Mockingbird.” I’m a writer. It wouldn’t matter to me if she was home or not. It would matter to me that I was around her stuff, my pocket litter blending with hers. I cannot wish for more of her, and neither can anyone else. Even if I was Michael, I couldn’t ask for more than getting to live with her stuff…… and it’s why I treat him like he walks on water. We couldn’t be more different, and we couldn’t be any more crazy about her. We each see very different sides of her and yet have the most in common when it comes to things that come up in our conversations. Michael has just been wearing his big boy pants longer than me.

She may be married, but she is an old spinster in an attic personality, too. Not only is being “on” a shit ton of work, she thinks she has too much sludge in her soul to be loved, and I don’t know who told her that but I want to kill them. And I want them to die badly, publicly….. the way all women who love women feel about the patriarchy. We’re the ones that are trying to repair that kind of damage from male egos.

She has not made the connection that Scout and Boo are the same person at different points in their lives……. and she is most certainly a Scout.

If I couldn’t fail, I would tell her I love her every day of my life………… like I have for the last 10 years. Because here’s the thing. We are both Scout and Boo. Our personalities both vary to that degree. Does it really matter if our love languages always match up perfectly? Fuck no. I can take our memories and have it be enough. But I do know she loves me back. Just because it’s different than the way she loves her partner doesn’t make it less real or invalid. The Dragonborn needs a partner and a housecarl. I had to level up so that I wasn’t Lydia, charging us into battle ahead of her call.

If I couldn’t fail and the message would be received as it was intended, it would be to tell Michael I understand what it’s like being married to a king. Support people need support people.

If I couldn’t fail, I wouldn’t.