I watched X-Men: Apocalypse again today.
If you haven’t seen it yet, SPOILERS AHEAD. Get out now, while there’s still a chance. And for fuck’s sake, watch the movie. It’s glorious and heartrending. Oh, sad ships that will never sail… . . .
Near the end, Charles Xavier lies defeated on the floor, coughing out his final breath, somehow finding words to speak through his psychic link to Apocalypse:
This has been a hard couple of months. I’ve been given a great responsibility, and I’ve spent more time failing than succeeding. The main reason I’ve been failing so hard: I tried to do it alone.
Earlier this week, a friend reached out to me to see if I was doing all right. She knows I hate responsibility, and I really hate calling the shots on my own. She also sits on the board of one of the events we support. She helped me resolve my biggest failure, and for that, I cannot thank her enough.
I can’t go into detail. Sorry for vague-blogging: this is work-related. Lemur still thinks I need the job, so I don’t want to get fired. I’d like to think my company won’t fire me for anything I’ve written here, but the hypocritical bullshit I’ve experienced in this volunteer role makes me wonder.
I should be able to resume my supporting role next month. Until then, I’d like to thank each of you for reading, for watching this space, and for being my support system. I know I’m not alone. We will defeat this apocalypse together.
With that, I’ll leave you with an image of Kurt. There’s never enough Kurt.