Summer ... My Muse :)
What changed in us? One year. One semester. Things are ... different. I see things differently. Things are no longer black and white, no longer is there just gray. There's multitudes of color and confusion. Mixing.
Freshman year everyone is pretending. Finding a group. Finding a niche. Trying to be someone you're not. The drama queen, the star football player, the pothead, the artist...
Senior year the drama queen is smoking pot with the pothead, who is now the lead in the school play. The football player is trying to write an epic and the artist has thrown their prized work out the window.
Nobody is who they were. Nothing is real.
Is life so boring that all these kids can do is drink and pass out, drink and pass out, drink and pass out ... night after night? Is that their life. Forever and truly damned?
Is the adrenaline of a drug deal the best they'll ever have? The most excitement in life?
I can't feel sorry for this. This life handed to them on a silver platter. The kid in the mansion with 50 dollar jeans, torn at the back. His parents sending him to the college of his choice so he can escape suburban midwestern life.
What's the point? Is this a joke?
He's never known what it's like to be broke. To see your parents starring at bills, wondering if they will have enough just to buy you mac n cheese. Never had to watch his mother cry. Never had to hear his father lose his pride and dignity as he tells his child that they have nothing left.
It's nothing he's ever known, they've ever known. This life of privilege.
Has he ever looked his friend in the face when they admit that they have been wrong, pressuring their parents about college funds. No.
That's why I don't understand. I'll never understand.
What's so bad about life? What's so bad that you can drown it in a bottle of Jeiger? Am I wrong?
Things have changed right before our eyes. Things continue to change. No stopping it now. Just roll with it. Keep going.
Maybe you'll end up alive in the end.
Freshman year everyone is pretending. Finding a group. Finding a niche. Trying to be someone you're not. The drama queen, the star football player, the pothead, the artist...
Senior year the drama queen is smoking pot with the pothead, who is now the lead in the school play. The football player is trying to write an epic and the artist has thrown their prized work out the window.
Nobody is who they were. Nothing is real.
Is life so boring that all these kids can do is drink and pass out, drink and pass out, drink and pass out ... night after night? Is that their life. Forever and truly damned?
Is the adrenaline of a drug deal the best they'll ever have? The most excitement in life?
I can't feel sorry for this. This life handed to them on a silver platter. The kid in the mansion with 50 dollar jeans, torn at the back. His parents sending him to the college of his choice so he can escape suburban midwestern life.
What's the point? Is this a joke?
He's never known what it's like to be broke. To see your parents starring at bills, wondering if they will have enough just to buy you mac n cheese. Never had to watch his mother cry. Never had to hear his father lose his pride and dignity as he tells his child that they have nothing left.
It's nothing he's ever known, they've ever known. This life of privilege.
Has he ever looked his friend in the face when they admit that they have been wrong, pressuring their parents about college funds. No.
That's why I don't understand. I'll never understand.
What's so bad about life? What's so bad that you can drown it in a bottle of Jeiger? Am I wrong?
Things have changed right before our eyes. Things continue to change. No stopping it now. Just roll with it. Keep going.
Maybe you'll end up alive in the end.