super squatter to the rescue
Saturday, May 12, 2007
I got this idea from a TV show. I think.
Highschool. It's were everything starts to be branded as "pre-" something. Pre-teen. Pre-menstrual. Pre-view of the real life. Pre-tend. Pre-ety much nothing. It's another prefix (and that's another "pre-") added to a child- oh, a pre-teen's vocabulary. Another injection to a common word. Another defining piece. Another title. It's the simple three little combination (besides G-O-D, anyways) that can change everything. Maybe I should add something to that: Pre-pare to get beaten into a nasty bloody pulp by reality, pre-teen.
It's the time when the simple, childish bliss of a perfect and sunny world is overshadowed by the menacing facts of growing another 4 years older, and entering puberty. Those who retain their insulated minds will suffer the most, as they'll be mercilessly stabbed at the back without them even knowing. And when they do realize this, it'll be worth something more than a hundred cowardly stabs - probably a mutilating strike from a bear's claws, clawing out the soft and bloody innards of the face, and turning it into a terrifying and horribly disfigured identity. The wounds will heal, but the face, the character, the identity - the person, will change, and will definitely be perceived differently by others.
Mistakes will be committed, alone or with the help of another or others, and though easily buried by time and a whole lot of other things, like memories and food, can easily be brought to attention, without a need for a catalyst. And along with it, scars, the changes made, will resurface as well, and well, it's up to the person to laugh it off, or let it pass, ignore it, or dwell on it for another few years. And from here, different titles are born yet again - the pretender, the ignorant, the emotional, the passive - and, well, this is where self-consciousness and those weird self-fulfilling prophecies come in.
Four years isn't a whole lot, but believe me, 9,600 hours spent in school will mean 34,560,000 seconds of possible misfortune and embarrassment. Every second will mean something, and could drastically affect the whole zen thing in you and possibly, the whole zen thing in you, 4 years from then on. It's all about changes really, and sometimes, it'll mean killing yourself inplace of another being, a someone else.
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Anyone who knows a puppeteer? I need one, my strings seem to have been detached by my previous handler.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:58 PM,
