I had a lightsaber. I deflected blaster bolts. I jumped unnatural distances. I felt the Force all around me...in everything organic and otherwise.
The Jedi code was strict, it forbid a great many things. I tried getting a girlfriend once. She told me she wasn't interested, she told me to "stay the hell away". She must have sensed that I was a Jedi...she must have sensed the Force. A Jedi shall not know love.
I applied for a job and got an interview. I was asked why I had been unemployed for the past year and a half. I replied that I had dedicated my life to becoming a Jedi so I could not sacrifice time for work, but I now needed additional funding for my projects, such as constructing a better lightsaber and a spaceship; my parents understood I had a calling and knew the Force was strong in my family, but they were at their wits' end monitarily. I was asked why I was the person he should hire. "You wish to hire me." I said. "You require my services." But the man did not reply, and I was beginning to see why. I took note of the man's unusual weight. To this day I believe he may have been a Hutt, immune to the Jedi technique of convincing the weak of mind.
I was often temped by the dark side. I remember one particular incident where I requested that my mother bring me a tube of Pringles of the sour cream and onion sort. To my great dismay she came back with a tube of cheese and onion Pringles. I felt disappointment: I had been betrayed by my own mother. I felt anger. I felt hate. I told her she had failed me for the last time. "I forgot, I'm sorry!" she said. I noted that "The Emperor is not as forgiving as I am." "Look, I tried!" she insisted. "No. Do, or do not. There is no try."
The Jedi code was strict, it forbid a great many things. I tried getting a girlfriend once. She told me she wasn't interested, she told me to "stay the hell away". She must have sensed that I was a Jedi...she must have sensed the Force. A Jedi shall not know love.
I applied for a job and got an interview. I was asked why I had been unemployed for the past year and a half. I replied that I had dedicated my life to becoming a Jedi so I could not sacrifice time for work, but I now needed additional funding for my projects, such as constructing a better lightsaber and a spaceship; my parents understood I had a calling and knew the Force was strong in my family, but they were at their wits' end monitarily. I was asked why I was the person he should hire. "You wish to hire me." I said. "You require my services." But the man did not reply, and I was beginning to see why. I took note of the man's unusual weight. To this day I believe he may have been a Hutt, immune to the Jedi technique of convincing the weak of mind.
I was often temped by the dark side. I remember one particular incident where I requested that my mother bring me a tube of Pringles of the sour cream and onion sort. To my great dismay she came back with a tube of cheese and onion Pringles. I felt disappointment: I had been betrayed by my own mother. I felt anger. I felt hate. I told her she had failed me for the last time. "I forgot, I'm sorry!" she said. I noted that "The Emperor is not as forgiving as I am." "Look, I tried!" she insisted. "No. Do, or do not. There is no try."
Looks like we're not going down after all, so nevermind.
