thoughts

May 01, 2006 21:43

This situation clarifies a few things.

a) I am a child of the 80's. The worst case scenario occurs, and all i can think about is how damned ironic it would be if the Brat Pack came through the doorway and re-enacted the last two hours in front of our faces. we don't need no pep talks, no counseling to pull us through; we have 16 Candles and every other romantic comedy to map out our situation (were just playing our favorite scene). It looks as if God really does have a sense of humor.

b) I am either a horrible writer or one of the most jaded people i know. in this circumstance, many kids,teenagers, adults, anyone with half a fucking brain would be pumping out page after page of horribly depressing, but undeniably true, poetry or prose. Instead, I sit back and laugh and add a dash of with to an ultimately sobering reflection, and hope that other people will recognize the sheer irony of the situation.

To those reading this: I want you to know that I am indeed not crazy. I simply am standing beside myself writing this. I have my tongue firmly planted in my cheek, but I can safely say that karma is a bitch, and I ain't no hypocrite. The End
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