You walk into a coffee/tea shop and you stand there astounded by the amount of laughter and joy that seeps through every corner. You smile to yourself and say “Yah, I can do this.” Goal: Unidentified-you’re simply there to see where it takes you. You settle down on a nicely braided and comfy chair waiting for your sweet fruity and tangy tea, when this friendly looking person comes and sits next to you. They ask a question-something to the effect of “Is anyone sitting here” and you make a funny remark-which leads to a comeback then the domino theory goes into effect. Before you know it you and this person exchanged hours of hilarious conversation even dating back to the stone ages when you spoke of your childhood. You’re thinking “Man, this is great. I can finally add a new amazing friend to my Facebook list. I feel so on top of the world that I just might try joining the Olympics.” It’s that feeling you get after watching an amazing movie like the Avengers and you kick open the doors afterwards with this urge to punch everyone in the head for no reason and then hold your hand to an electronic fly swatter like Thor hoping to defy gravity just this once (true story). You feel sexy. Unfortunately reality kicks in and they eventually have to close down the place. You depart with contact information ranging from phone number to their entire daily schedule. You walk out those doors and you feel like a new woman or man…or both if that’s how you roll. Anyway, back to the point. You feel indestructible. Forget the fact that your zipper is down or that one of your legs has an unshaved area. You got this. The next morning you wait for their text. You get one and if you’re lucky maybe two. Then everything just stops altogether. No calls no texts. Everything-your entire life you shared with this amazing person. Then BAM….your memories flushed down the drain with the potential acquataince with someone new. You feel so used..so…so….unwanted. Then you start asking where you went wrong..maybe I laughed too loud or maybe I drank too much tea. Nothing makes sense anymore. You rip your clothes and give a deep throated animal like growl. The next month or two you wear a potato sack and put ashes on your head. Maybe this might be extreme..but you get my point. You never look at people the same way after that horrific event. I’ve experienced a few of these situations and I’m assuming it’s just as bad as a one night stand. If you get anything out of this blog just remember this: Be careful out there. Don’t think “Well, dog my cats this person is beyond belief the best friendship material I’ve come across to.” Keep your distance…and in the end you might break the mystery of finding the perfect friend. Be patient and thorough and you just might find out that Rosebud was Kane’s sleigh.
It’s a hard life. Especially in highschool. Now I’m not talking about the cliched cliques or the awfully pointless assignments. I’m talking about the comparison of students, such as myself, to lab rats. I try hard not to view school in this manner, but at times I’m left with no choice. Imagine yourself in my shoes: The shrill of the bell rings in everyone’s ears, you’re walking briskly to class trying to avoid everyone like a plague when all of a sudden you view this massive herd of hormonal teenagers infesting every corner- some dry humping and others aimlessly wandering trying to find their place in this pyramid of traditional hierarchies. My mind goes on cruise control and eventually I’m in this haze imagining these kids as mice or bovine being herded into their cages. Just like a security guarded prison, highschool compacts thousands of bodies into a small space, regulating where we go, when we go, and in most cases when we can experience the relief of a bowel movement. Now tell me if I’m wrong, but a majority of the population likes the convenience of attending a restroom at their own expense and without the permission of someone in a somewhat greater position. It is udderly 😉 a science experiment. We’re the mice running in wheels going absolutely nowhere thinking that if we run long enough we can reach the outside of the glass case and scurrying through transparent pipes, believing that what we do makes a difference, when all along there are these giants standing there and stabbing us with needles, trying to figure out the best way to keep us loyal and conformed even if a few mice die along the way. Did I forget to mention the enclosed fences that might as well be electrocuted? Or the fact that we’re branded with ID numbers? We’re the poster kids for the newest victimized edition of Nazi “educational reformers.” The system is so horribly skewed that I got a letter threatening to throw me in juvenile detention due to a few absences not being excused. Now mind you, I have amazing grades, advanced college placement classes, participate in sports, clubs, and I also take actual college courses outside of high school. I read an article that this young high school girl was thrown in prison for the same reason despite the fact that she was an honor and an A student and that she had to work to support her family. This really got me heated. There are hundreds of rapists and murderers roaming every dark corner and a young intelligent girl gets locked up? And for what-unexcused absences? There was this guy some decade ago that was locked up for 25 years for -wait for it- stealing pizza. Our future leaders, folks. This is the epitome of authoritative ignorance, and this is just the beginning. Now that I got that off my chest, I hope I’ve enlightened some minds and shed some light on these sugar-coated issues that are disguised as opportunities.