When your father says that you are the best thing that
happened to him on your birthday, it turns out to be one of your most cherished
memories of your life. But when he says that and means the exact opposite (i.e.
I wish you weren't born) then you make stupid decisions like sharing details of
your personal life with the other six billion Homo sapiens that inhabit the earth. But then a girl has got to do what
she has got to do. And so here goes.
Sometimes I wish the whole Tomorrow People thing was true (If you don’t get the reference
check out their wiki page). That I could teleport out of the crappy place I am
stuck in, that the reason I don’t belong is because I am a Homo Superior (you should really check out the ref). Yet truth be
told I have lived all my life feeling like a Homo inferior. But my mother tells me that I am in no position to
complain. Especially when my cousin spent a good half of his life in a hospital
getting his anal tract surgically constructed. That is a tough time; this
isn't. Ironically I am not particularly blessed either. So I can neither
complain nor be thankful. I am stuck smack in the middle where all you can do
is suffer through but all you want to do is yell at the top of your lungs.
And so here I am, yelling at the top of my lungs in the
cyber space. I really do hope you listen in and yell back.
p.s. if you want to leave comments like be thankful for all
that you do have; don’t, because if you have read through this whole post it
means that your blessed life doesn't leave you with much to do except read
others' complaints. So stop faking, find an alias and complain, it really helps.
I am smiling right now, I could have made a smiley face instead but I hate backspacing.
PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS EVEN IF IT IS THE AFOREMENTIONED ONE,
DEATH THREATS, OR YOU MAKE NO SENSE IDIOT KIND.
Toodles.
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