"There Are Some Things You Just Can't Fake..."
The people who we label as "insane" are simply misunderstood.
I'm quite positive that their thoughts seem rational to themselves.
This happens too often at my school, (sadly the only place I have for observing people all day) there are kids who are labeled as "weird" or "freaks" or "nerds" or "losers". Each one of those kids are wonderful, I'm sure. I actually know a few of the misfits better than most people know them. And again, I come to the same conclusion, they are simply misunderstood.
I wouldn't say that people at school hate me, but I'm quite sure that behind my back they tell each other how weird I am, for being so quiet all the time, or for never doing the things they do.
Personally, my biggest fear is becoming popular. I don't want to be "Kyle Johnson All-Star football player who dates Cindy Stevenson Cheerleading Captain". That makes me sick. And in the end, I'm sure Kyle and Cindy are just as unhappy as everyone else, they just put up a better façade. Or perhaps they're too afraid to reveal who they really are.
Yesterday I meant it when I kissed the girl. I really did, I was so happy. But the excitement from last night just went away today, for some reason. I'm not as happy. Maybe it's the songs. Maybe it's realizing I'm just another person here on this planet, among six billion others. It's quite astounding if you think about it.
You can look at your life as wonderful one second, and then hate it the next. That's another interesting phenomenon of the human mind. I play with mine sometimes, and I have fun. It's difficult, though, because in order to experience the fullness of human emotions, you must be convinced that they're true, or else they won't be as real. Most of the time I'm aware of them, though, I know what they are, so I can't experience them to their fullest.
Love got me good, once upon a time. (I hope it gets me again, it better)
I had no idea it was "Love", until I fell out of it.
I have no idea how I'm going to go back and participate. I'm trying very hard, but the emotion that has me right now is abandon and a lack of self-identity.
I'm still okay, though, I haven't done anything crazy yet.
I actually think it's kind of funny. That goes along with my new attempt to take everything less seriously. I can't attach myself to something for too long. They say it's bad.
I'm quite positive that their thoughts seem rational to themselves.
This happens too often at my school, (sadly the only place I have for observing people all day) there are kids who are labeled as "weird" or "freaks" or "nerds" or "losers". Each one of those kids are wonderful, I'm sure. I actually know a few of the misfits better than most people know them. And again, I come to the same conclusion, they are simply misunderstood.
I wouldn't say that people at school hate me, but I'm quite sure that behind my back they tell each other how weird I am, for being so quiet all the time, or for never doing the things they do.
Personally, my biggest fear is becoming popular. I don't want to be "Kyle Johnson All-Star football player who dates Cindy Stevenson Cheerleading Captain". That makes me sick. And in the end, I'm sure Kyle and Cindy are just as unhappy as everyone else, they just put up a better façade. Or perhaps they're too afraid to reveal who they really are.
Yesterday I meant it when I kissed the girl. I really did, I was so happy. But the excitement from last night just went away today, for some reason. I'm not as happy. Maybe it's the songs. Maybe it's realizing I'm just another person here on this planet, among six billion others. It's quite astounding if you think about it.
You can look at your life as wonderful one second, and then hate it the next. That's another interesting phenomenon of the human mind. I play with mine sometimes, and I have fun. It's difficult, though, because in order to experience the fullness of human emotions, you must be convinced that they're true, or else they won't be as real. Most of the time I'm aware of them, though, I know what they are, so I can't experience them to their fullest.
Love got me good, once upon a time. (I hope it gets me again, it better)
I had no idea it was "Love", until I fell out of it.
I have no idea how I'm going to go back and participate. I'm trying very hard, but the emotion that has me right now is abandon and a lack of self-identity.
I'm still okay, though, I haven't done anything crazy yet.
I actually think it's kind of funny. That goes along with my new attempt to take everything less seriously. I can't attach myself to something for too long. They say it's bad.