Undelivered

Do you ever find yourself asking "what motivates these cracked people to put up websites like Ajaban? Have they no life?"

Excellent question. Unfortunately it's not the question these web polluters ask themselves. Instead, they whip themselves into a frenzy over their perceived procrastination. Here are some actual thoughts of one auto-flagellator:

OK, OK. It's me. Pathetic, isn't it. But instead of beating myself up about that, why don't I just accept my nature?  What is it that is driving me to produce anyway?  I'm happy daydreaming and hanging out and chilling.

This idea about writing it down is an exploitative attempt to harness my daydreams (what violence!) and enslave them in works of fiction that I then can sell to those who will Modify them.  Mutilation!  Just to make some cash so that I can have a comfortable middle class existence. 

Like I really want all those strangers out there pawing my daydreams. 

This gets me to thinking about how some prophets (not that I count myself in that company) through time have received the message of the Lord, and gone on to inflict it on the world, whereupon it gets twisted and churned into some grotesquerie with deluded, rabid, inflexible followers (the "Followers Flaw" - a notable concept) who feel superior to others and, in some instances, blow them up. 

But what about the prophets who DIDN'T pass the message along? What happened to them? Are YOU one of them? Do you have an undelivered message from the lord? Want to leave an anonymous tip? Contact us.

Of course, there is no way for us to corroborate that this message is indeed coming from The Lord (vs. being a Satanic Verse! Yikes!), so it's probably best to publish it as fiction.

Yes. Action step for all: write a collection of short stories. An anthology.  Dear reader, inhibited prophet, random bystander, please feel free to contribute.  Anything from a poem to a paragraph to a whole bunch of pages about Procrastinating Prophets (and their alleged messages).  Because it's not like I'm going to write this by myself.  It's a good idea that SOMEBODY write this.

This will be the book of the "Undelivered".  It's about people who received the Word of the Lord, and got all fired up and were about to spread the news, but didn't for one reason or another.  They just sat on it.  They got distracted.  It was too difficult.  They thought the message absurd.  They weren't sure if they were crazy or not.  They had an ingrown toenail. 

In the stories we get a glimpse of the undelivered messages of GOD.  And we  see what our hapless prophet's lives turned out to be, and what the world was deprived of, or spared by their inaction.  Affable people.  Losers.  Good grandparents.  One with drinking problems.  From all walks of life. 

The one prophet who does deliver his message is a dog.  You won't know it until the end of the story, because the character has a name and is thinking through the story, so you're in his head. Anyway, as people pass by, he tells the message with greater and greater urgency. But the people ignore him or abuse him. It turns out it's a dog that just keeps barking until someone puts him to sleep. 

Persecuted martyr.

Ed. Note: See how you can leverage procrastination into yet another cool, creative project? And see also how the masses do not understand and persecute thee. In response to this story a friend of mine had this to say (And he took the Lord's name in vain! Abominable):

Well, Would you punk?

You know, I do like to bark at random. And it's not tourettes.