for those of you that don't know...i don't like people...
if you read what is following this paragraph be aware that it is a work of fiction. it is just a little short story about how the world sucks. the punctuation and grammar are non-existent. but really i am not putting this in my journal for a critique of my writing abilities but as a reminder to me about the world and how they react in most situations...
i was in a place i had never been before, in a big city i had never seen. i was looking up at the buildings and making up stories for the people that lived in every window. one women was a brain surgeon with a heroin addiction, another was a man that liked to dress up as a women on weekends. of course there was the normal single mom raising her 2.5 kids on the phone with their dead beat dad, and the investment banker trying to figure out how to embezzle funds to an over seas account, dreaming about strawberry dacheries. but besides these imaginings the world was normal. it was a balmy summer night. many people were out walking to the next bar laughing loudly, drunkenly. just like any other saturday in a place like this, everywhere, u.s.a. maybe i was jealous i was all alone exploring the world. i didn't have the companionship that everyone seemed to be striving for. there was no one there to hold my hand. but i walked on standing tall, trying to be proud that i was alone. that i didn't need that person to lean on. i walked through the crowds, though my life, with no where to be. i was floating, enjoying, despairing, dieing with every step, immersed in my own selfishness. self pity. then i saw her. she was walking towards me. a pale beauty in a white dress, floating around her in the soft wind. she was walking eyes shut, arms held tightly across her chest, sobbing as if everything important in her life had just disappeared. being the person i am, i ignored her, tried to look through her, tried to make everything about her not exist. but i couldn't. i couldn't stop staring, taking in everything in her appearance. her swollen eyes, her messed up hair, the cut in her lip that still bled a little, the rip in the dress that if not for her arms would have exposed most of her body, but most of all i couldn't stop staring at the blood running down her legs, so much blood that when she passed me i could see she was leaving a trail down the sidewalk. a trail that i followed for sometime before i got home.
i was in a place i had never been before, in a big city i had never seen. i was looking up at the buildings and making up stories for the people that lived in every window. one women was a brain surgeon with a heroin addiction, another was a man that liked to dress up as a women on weekends. of course there was the normal single mom raising her 2.5 kids on the phone with their dead beat dad, and the investment banker trying to figure out how to embezzle funds to an over seas account, dreaming about strawberry dacheries. but besides these imaginings the world was normal. it was a balmy summer night. many people were out walking to the next bar laughing loudly, drunkenly. just like any other saturday in a place like this, everywhere, u.s.a. maybe i was jealous i was all alone exploring the world. i didn't have the companionship that everyone seemed to be striving for. there was no one there to hold my hand. but i walked on standing tall, trying to be proud that i was alone. that i didn't need that person to lean on. i walked through the crowds, though my life, with no where to be. i was floating, enjoying, despairing, dieing with every step, immersed in my own selfishness. self pity. then i saw her. she was walking towards me. a pale beauty in a white dress, floating around her in the soft wind. she was walking eyes shut, arms held tightly across her chest, sobbing as if everything important in her life had just disappeared. being the person i am, i ignored her, tried to look through her, tried to make everything about her not exist. but i couldn't. i couldn't stop staring, taking in everything in her appearance. her swollen eyes, her messed up hair, the cut in her lip that still bled a little, the rip in the dress that if not for her arms would have exposed most of her body, but most of all i couldn't stop staring at the blood running down her legs, so much blood that when she passed me i could see she was leaving a trail down the sidewalk. a trail that i followed for sometime before i got home.