Mindful(l)

Chapter 1: Mindfully Mistaken Marlo

THE THREE THINGS YOU HAVE TO KNOW: 

1. Life sucks. 

Such a simple phrase could quickly send everyone into a full-fledged debate on how life is difficult but, with mushy crap like "hope", we can overcome it. Utter bull. 

Since the short age of ten I realized that that was all crap given to the new generation to see if they would evolve into something better than the current old ones: the adults. Frankly, it goes a little more like this:

Dad: Why do I have to go to work today? Maybe I could call in sick.

Mom: I wish Bill would try harder... 

Now, I don't exactly know what Mom meant, but I really don't want to. Why? I never recall knowing anyone named Bill. My dad's name is Marco. Let's just hope Bill was one of her students from the high school she taught in (Though, I don't blame her since my dad was rarely even home.). 

2. Lying is useless. 

No, I don't mean: "Lying is a sin." or "You're only lying to yourself." NO. I actually wish that the lies that I'm fed everyday would plug up the answers to my questions. But, my brain thinks otherwise. Don't get it? Well, basically, no one can lie to me. So, a normal conversation would actually go more like this: (Elementary School, Six Grade:) 

Mom: "Your first day of school is gonna be great!" 

Me: (stares intentively)

Mom: I just hope he doesn't become a problem child... I don't have time to take him to a shrink. 

Yeah, no lie. This is what a mother thinks. I'm not making it up; She'd actually be burdened if I were to have emotional problems. Some parents could really care less about how you feel. Which brings me to number three:

3. Being devoid of emotion is fun. 

I've found that the less you care, the better it will be in the future. Sarcasm is a gift. Use it whenever possible. Be blunt. It's fun. 

You would think I'm a walking zombie in the busy street of social life, but I actually have many friends. I'm not going to lie to you and say that I have "raggy black eyes and hair like a dirty nest." No. I am actually a very handsome person. My hair is a wine-red brown and my eyes are the color of green glowsticks as they light up the night. No, this is not my natural hair color. There's only two explanations for it:

- The Public School System

- Ignorant parents

Yes, that's me: High School Delinquent with above average grades. I'll probably be voted "Most Likely To Charm His Way Through College" in the yearbook. 

By now, I've reached the point in my life that everyone seems to glorify and despise all at once: high school. Yes, Tenth Grade Class of Whatever Year It Is, here we come. 

The November air is chilly as I make my way through the daily bustle of inside voices in the streets.

Little Girl: I wanna pet the doggy!

Business Guy: That presentation's due tomorrow...

Student: Who puts syrup on bread? Ugh, Mom made my lunch half-asleep again.

Old Lady: I wonder if these painkillers will work today?

By the time I get to school, I already know why Danny broke up with Rachel to be with Jamie who's going out with Todd. My friend Connor walks up to my locker. 

Connor: "Dude, did you hear about Rachel?"

Me: (taking out books and making eye contact with the locker) "She's single now, right?"