What I notice about people is that people cannot sit still. They fidget, they worry about their weight, they lie on stiff bones, and they twist nervous hairs. Awkward situations call for awkward laughter, but it is never funny.
People form habits to feel that there is consistency, and a ledge to grip on in this slipping world. Wake-up-at-seven-oh-three-and-get-out-of-bed-by-seven-oh-five-and-put-on-size-seven-blue-slippers-right-next-to-bed-and-brush-teeth-and-shower-and-bring-coffee-to-work-and-drive-to-work-and-walk-in-at-eight-thirty.
People will happily call their favorite song (shoes/beliefs/friend/mother) stupid if someone says so first. People see differences as swimming against the current: certainly, they'll drown.
People imagine love where there isn't any. If there is an arguable position of love and hate, they will admit that it is hate, but believe that it is love. Tell them that they are loved, and they will trust it. Tell them that sex is another name for love; they will use the words interchangeably. Romantics at heart and insufferably arrogant, these hearts were made for breaking and attacks.
People, I find, are mean-spirited, but good inside. Rumors will fly like a hummingbird down the grapevine, rancid and fermenting into wine. Selfish before selfless, dark shadow covering what lies deep down.
People are self-important so that they do not feel like their existence is pointless. People have no great meaning, they have no superb meaning, there is nothing physically special for them to accomplish. They were created to love and be loved, and love is too intangible for haughty humans.
Suddenly, it is God's will for the tallest building to be erected; His greatest hope that we will solve the problems that we've caused each other. People can't let themselves feel useless.
People will travel great lengths to make themselves something that they aren't. Airplanes were born out of the yearning to be birds; wetsuits were humans becoming fish; and alcohol to let them become anyone they'd like to be.
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Stealing Pulse
Teen FictionThis is a story about me. My life as I see it. I tell it in the first person and it is written like a diary entry, only more intimate. I don't hold anything back, so prepare yourself for the raw, uncensored, and compassionate story of what its like...
