Law of Attraction.

Reporter: How are you sir?

Conor: How are you?

Reporter: Good. Congratulations.

Conor: Thank you.

Reporter: I was asking you on Thursday about his right hand —

Conor: Yeah.

Reporter: Can I tell you what you told me?

Conor: I said, his right hand would get him into trouble, that’s the shot I predicted. I said he’d overload on his right hand, I said I’d slip, I said I’d bang the left hook, and that’s what happened.

Reporter: Word for word, you said:

I felt when we starred down, I felt his right hand was twitching, which was a subtle tell for me. He is ready to unload that right hand and I feel that could be a downfall for him. If he lets that right hand go I will not be there. I simply enter the way I enter and that is enough. They either over extended or they shrink away. But either way it is not good for them. I will create traps and dead space inside that octagon and I will walk him into that dead space but all of the sudden he will be in danger.

Reporter: How do you do that? How do you predict these things?

Connor: If you can see it here, and you have the courage enough to speak it, it will happen. I see these shots, I see these sequences and I don’t shy away from them. A lot of times people believe in certain things but they keep to themselves. They don’t put it out there. If you truly believe in it, if you become vocal with it, you are creating that law of attraction and it will become reality. I knew he would over extended and I knew I would catch him.

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The Part of Your Identity That Doesn’t Fit Into Categories

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Lutalica.

You tell the world who you are
In a million different ways.
Some are subtle, some are not.

But it doesn’t seem to matter:
This world has already got you pegged.

When you were born they put you in a little box,
And slapped a label on it.
So they could keep things organized,
And not have to think about what’s inside.

Over time you learn to make yourself comfortable
Packaging your identity in different combinations
Until you feel like you belong,
And can wear your labels proudly.

But there’s a part of you that never found a home
Rattling around in categories that never really did you justice.

You look around at other people,
Trying to judge how loosely they fit in their own lives
Sensing a knot of confusion hidden beneath a name tag.

And you realize we’re still only strangers,
Who assume we already know what the other is going to say,
As if the only thing left to talk about is
Who belongs in what category
And which labels are offensive.

You have to wonder if these boxes are falling apart.
If we should be writing our identities by hand,
And speak only for ourselves, in our own words,
So we could take our chances out in the open
And meet each other as we are,
Asking: “What is it like being you?”

—And be brave enough to admit
That we don’t already know the answer.

Maybe it’ll mean that we’ve finally arrived,
Just “unpacking the boxes”
Making ourselves at home.

And maybe one day we’ll look back and wonder
How we managed to live together in the same house for so long,
And never stopped to introduce ourselves.

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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