A rewrite, and improvement to an earlier peice of work.
NOTE: I have a fiction class in school. I had to write a 500 word peice. I decided to use something I have already written instead of come up with new material. I made some very heavy edits. I think I turned alot of the goofyness from before into actual humor. THough it is shorter, I like this version a lot better.
Teenagers, us when we were younger, have to deal with all sorts of things. They suffer from angst, depression, teachers, grades, military recruiters, and the list keeps on going! I was sort of different than other kids. I suffered from boredom. I was so bored that I walked down murky streets, hoping that the boogey man would jump out and get me, or at least that I was mugged or something. I was looking for anything that would give me a slight elevation from my very monotonous existence.
On a very average day, during a very average year I went on one of my average walks. New streets to explore, new boogey men to hunt, and almost no hope for any danger or excitement at all!
Serial Disinterest- read the sign by an old shabby looking store. I caught eye of this store as I was walking by. What a funny sign, I thought, peeking through the dusty window, at the musty storefront. What on earth does a shop like this sell, I wanted to ask. Well, I don’t do this sitting around curious business, so I opened the door and I walked in.
Very few times in my life could I say this, but boy was I not disappointed. I had no idea what to expect. Disinterest, it doesn’t exactly happen serially, I mean, disinterest isn’t exactly an “er” word. I mean have heard of serial killers, of serial shoppers, cereal eaters… Ha-ha, so shoot me, I made a pun. But what would a sign that said ‘serial disinterest’ mean?
I looked around. I figured that was the quickest way to deal with my curiosity about this very curious shop. I was almost happy though, the joy of something new, when looking around didn’t exactly answer a single one of my questions. I mean, there was not a single thing in the store that was not at least moderately interesting. Practically every item was unique and I had no idea what a single damn thing in the store did. I asked the man in the store, the apparent proprietor, what the hell this store was for, and what was so disinteresting about it.
‘Absolutely nothing’ said that man. ‘The store is completely interesting. The sign signifies that this store is designed to help those who are serially disinterested.’ What a fascinating idea. That sort of logic really made my day. Serial disinterest!!! Now if that was an affliction, then it was an affliction that I could relate to. Always the bold sort of person, I marched to a particularly interesting looking item, and I touched it. That is when my adventures of the day began…
‘People really should learn to ask for a tutorial or something before they run off and try one of the items in my store,’ said the man to himself, ‘Perhaps I should include that on the sign.’ Gee, strange man. Thank you for not warning me. If you told me that I needed a tutorial I could have missed out on so much.
Teenagers, us when we were younger, have to deal with all sorts of things. They suffer from angst, depression, teachers, grades, military recruiters, and the list keeps on going! I was sort of different than other kids. I suffered from boredom. I was so bored that I walked down murky streets, hoping that the boogey man would jump out and get me, or at least that I was mugged or something. I was looking for anything that would give me a slight elevation from my very monotonous existence.
On a very average day, during a very average year I went on one of my average walks. New streets to explore, new boogey men to hunt, and almost no hope for any danger or excitement at all!
Serial Disinterest- read the sign by an old shabby looking store. I caught eye of this store as I was walking by. What a funny sign, I thought, peeking through the dusty window, at the musty storefront. What on earth does a shop like this sell, I wanted to ask. Well, I don’t do this sitting around curious business, so I opened the door and I walked in.
Very few times in my life could I say this, but boy was I not disappointed. I had no idea what to expect. Disinterest, it doesn’t exactly happen serially, I mean, disinterest isn’t exactly an “er” word. I mean have heard of serial killers, of serial shoppers, cereal eaters… Ha-ha, so shoot me, I made a pun. But what would a sign that said ‘serial disinterest’ mean?
I looked around. I figured that was the quickest way to deal with my curiosity about this very curious shop. I was almost happy though, the joy of something new, when looking around didn’t exactly answer a single one of my questions. I mean, there was not a single thing in the store that was not at least moderately interesting. Practically every item was unique and I had no idea what a single damn thing in the store did. I asked the man in the store, the apparent proprietor, what the hell this store was for, and what was so disinteresting about it.
‘Absolutely nothing’ said that man. ‘The store is completely interesting. The sign signifies that this store is designed to help those who are serially disinterested.’ What a fascinating idea. That sort of logic really made my day. Serial disinterest!!! Now if that was an affliction, then it was an affliction that I could relate to. Always the bold sort of person, I marched to a particularly interesting looking item, and I touched it. That is when my adventures of the day began…
‘People really should learn to ask for a tutorial or something before they run off and try one of the items in my store,’ said the man to himself, ‘Perhaps I should include that on the sign.’ Gee, strange man. Thank you for not warning me. If you told me that I needed a tutorial I could have missed out on so much.