Just some pondering
I've been thinking alot lately (if anyone comments "o no! stephanies been thinking! prepare for world destruction" will be quickly silenced) about the future. I've always wanted to be a doctor... help the people. When I was 6 I wanted to be an oncologist. Then it was pediatrician, then pediatric oncologist. Now, I'm thinking about psychiatry. I want to answer so many questions... why are we all so screwed up? I want to blame it all on biology, and be able explain everything. This is an unhealthy view. "It takes one to know one" I'll be able to recognize alot. I hope I can see why, though. Why the fun normal over achiever has such low self esteem. Why anyone doubts themselves. The most healthy thing to do would to be to separate all people from the age of 13 to 18 in a little exile ward. Also an unhealthy view point. Which is why I want to go into comedy, also. It might help a lot. I don't want to do cheap two-bit crap comedy. I want to do hard hitting satire. Make people realize to take things less seriously. I might help people realize how pointless the frivolities are. I really hope so. I want people to realize that petty fights and getting other people mad are not worth it.
Thats about it. This entry is too deep for me.
Before I sign off I want to show you guys something. This is a poem I had to write for English. The beginnings of all sentences are prepositions. Other than that I like it. It's kind of my feelings right now.
A Wild Child’s Poem
Over the river
Through the woods
To Grandmothers house I won't go
Among the beds of roses and frilliness I refuse to stay
Off the beaten path is where I choose to wander, defying expectations
Past the boundaries, I push
Underneath all of this rebelling is nothing explainable, just a muddle of thoughts and impulses, guarding me from a dull and monotonous existence
At this time nothing can stop me
Until, someday I'm inspired by someone or something to be proper and pristine
Before then, though, I will remain unsettled, unkempt and uncontrolled
Thats about it. This entry is too deep for me.
Before I sign off I want to show you guys something. This is a poem I had to write for English. The beginnings of all sentences are prepositions. Other than that I like it. It's kind of my feelings right now.
A Wild Child’s Poem
Over the river
Through the woods
To Grandmothers house I won't go
Among the beds of roses and frilliness I refuse to stay
Off the beaten path is where I choose to wander, defying expectations
Past the boundaries, I push
Underneath all of this rebelling is nothing explainable, just a muddle of thoughts and impulses, guarding me from a dull and monotonous existence
At this time nothing can stop me
Until, someday I'm inspired by someone or something to be proper and pristine
Before then, though, I will remain unsettled, unkempt and uncontrolled