Charlie St. Cloud -- commemorating a wounded/withdrawn and amazing hero

It's about time to commemorate this great Charlie St. Cloud post again, first put up on July 25, 2010, by dr_drift_phd ...

I'm Charlie St. Cloud. If you haven't heard of me yet, I'm the popular, gorgeous and gifted sailboat enthusiast whose sensitive and loving nature led me to develop an unbreakable and heartwarming bond with my adorable little brother. I'd often be seen in public with him, going out for root beer floats or teaching him how to play ball. Sorry, ladies, not interested, I'm with my little brother and family comes first. Feel free to admire from afar, though. Anyway, being the perfect catch I am, I made a promise to my little brother that not even the harsh, cold hand of death could steal from my warm and tender soul.

Then he died. By the way, I'm still an amazing human being, but now I'm wounded and withdrawn, too. I mean, not withdrawn enough that I stay inside all the time. That'd be ridiculous. I know that the chicks still need to check me out and the townsfolk still need to pity me. Oh, sorry again ladies, not interested, I'm too wounded and vulnerable to make out with you right now. What's that? You're totally into wounded and vulnerable guys who are gorgeous, gifted sailboat enthusiasts who won't let the harsh, cold hand of death steal the promise I made to my dead little brother from my warm and tender soul? Seriously? I had no idea. Anyway, feel free to admire from afar. I'm just going to hang out alone and wish that there were a popular, gorgeous sailboat enthusiast chick who can break the hard exterior I've built and help me understand that I need to move on from the death of my little brother. Holy sh**, what did you just say? She's out sailing and she's in trouble?! No! Not again! I'm much too amazing and perfect to not do something about this. After all, I'm a gifted sailboat enthusiast who's in a unique position to save her life when nobody else can. Don't worry, my dead little brother is really cool with me doing this -- he even said so. So I'm off, I guess, to be a hero again.

Man, this hero stuff is crazy. Like, I had to be a hero to my little brother, then I had to be a hero to the townsfolk for overcoming his death, now I have to be a hero to this chick. Oh well, that's just the life of Charlie St. Cloud.