Thursday
9/10/98
and if we all fell. what would happen if we all fell all down all at once? i wonder sometimes.
a boy.
Once upon a time, in a little town, far far away, there lived a little boy. He wasn't very attractive or ugly, big or small, tall or short, or anything very distinctive, but he was very, very bright. He had blue eyes that shown like jewels of some sort, his intelligence glinting behind them.
Like every other child, he had his small group of friends. Most of them were kids like him, who didn't really get along and couldn't find friends of any other sort. But none of them were really like him. He felt... different... better?... maybe even... brighter.
Frankly, he didn't know what to do. Eventually, his friends got tierd of his ramblings and theories, and just didn't understand him anymore. They left, one by one. It made him very angry, most of the time, and he couldn't control himself.
His family was falling to pieces, but he didn't really care. In fact, it just made him angrier.
Always on the edge of the breaking point, he didn't know what to do. No one understood and he was alone.
a girl.
What happens if we all fell, all down, all at once? I wonder sometimes.
In the begginning, there was nothing. She smiled, she laughed, she did what everyone wanted and tried to make everyone happy. She liked the attention of being popular, or popular in the way she was. It made her wonder if she ever was being herself or not. Did she really exist?
Eventually, bit by bit, she began to realize who she was and what it meant. Little tid-bits of whatever personality she could find began to show after a while of trying them out in private, first. Strange, people didn't seem to like her too much anymore. But that didn't matter to her, the thrill of searching for herself, and finding something, anything, consumed her.
The years past until finally she thought she had reached her ultimate destination, her complete self and her complete happiness.
One day she looked in the mirror, and it was just the oppositte of what she had been before. She had done all she could to be funny and happy and please people, but now she did everything in her power to be different from them. All she wanted was to be different, but it wasn't herself.
Again, she found herself questioning who she was and had to begin looking all over again. It as harder this time.
What happens if we all fell down?
I wonder sometimes.
- UrielsPoet
previous thoughts of the day
Wednesday, 9/9/98
Monday, 9/7/98
Sunday, 9/6/98
Thursday, 9/3/98
Wednesday, 9/2/98
Saturday, 8/30/98
Thursday, 8/28/98
Wednesday, 8/27/98
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