Innocence
Sometimes I miss it. Other times I see Anna........ that girl is so weird. Been good friends with her since elementary years. She gets shocked when even a...... "Why did the woman cross the street?" "Why?" "To get to the kitchen." joke is told. Like, lets out an AUDIBLE gasp. Like...... that's the maddest I've ever seen her. She dared to say that she felt like slapping the guy. Yet explain to me why she's a player, dating two guys without being straight with either and letting them know who she's really interested in. That's my own peeve, though, cause I'm good friends with one of the guys she's playing and it hurts him, but anyways........
I hear the audible gasps and realize if I was that innocent, I'd die of a heart attack within a year. Runs in the family. My bet is I'll keel over at about 87 from either cancer or heart related issues. Although there is a good chance of liver failure. I just have my heart set on cancer I think. I like being prepared in life. Plus it's fun to try to guess what'll finally kill you. I heard someone say that if nothing else gets ya, cancer will. Think about it...... I mean, no one just dies from nothing. SOMETHING has to kill you or the world would be overpopulated with old farts. No one truly dies of old age, they die of complications collected due to old age. You just see how long you can outrun cancer. Sometimes other things get ya. Sometimes it's just cancer that catches up. Either way, a massive stroke seems like the best way. That's how my grandpa went. Just got out of bed like normal and next thing ya knew, he was lying on the ground dead. Same thing with great grandpa on the other side. But those are sad stories. So back to the topic at hand.
I often hear people wishing they were more innocent. Yeah. Makes sense, the average kid is enormously happy. In the US at least. I mean, you have no real cares in the world, all you know is that people love ya, Santa is watching, and every day is an adventure. Why wouldn't someone want that again?
Curse me. I always wanted to grow up. HAH! I even made up a name for myself.... back before people could call me a teenager, that had teen in it. I forget what it was. I thought I was a genious. Still do. But on other matters now.
The truth: I would watch Step-by-step, FASCINATED by what's her face... the one that was 19. I thought she was AWESOME. She had that..... sarcastic wit that I have always loved. I wanted to be like her. She was my role model. So I figured 19 was the perfect age. Well, one year and 9 days and I'll be here. Ask me how it is. I have doubts, but I still think it'll ROCK LIKE LIGHTNING!
And then I remember the days that I rushed through. Too bad. But can't go back. I can reminisce all I want but that doesn't really get me anywhere but saying DUDE a ton.
I hear the audible gasps and realize if I was that innocent, I'd die of a heart attack within a year. Runs in the family. My bet is I'll keel over at about 87 from either cancer or heart related issues. Although there is a good chance of liver failure. I just have my heart set on cancer I think. I like being prepared in life. Plus it's fun to try to guess what'll finally kill you. I heard someone say that if nothing else gets ya, cancer will. Think about it...... I mean, no one just dies from nothing. SOMETHING has to kill you or the world would be overpopulated with old farts. No one truly dies of old age, they die of complications collected due to old age. You just see how long you can outrun cancer. Sometimes other things get ya. Sometimes it's just cancer that catches up. Either way, a massive stroke seems like the best way. That's how my grandpa went. Just got out of bed like normal and next thing ya knew, he was lying on the ground dead. Same thing with great grandpa on the other side. But those are sad stories. So back to the topic at hand.
I often hear people wishing they were more innocent. Yeah. Makes sense, the average kid is enormously happy. In the US at least. I mean, you have no real cares in the world, all you know is that people love ya, Santa is watching, and every day is an adventure. Why wouldn't someone want that again?
Curse me. I always wanted to grow up. HAH! I even made up a name for myself.... back before people could call me a teenager, that had teen in it. I forget what it was. I thought I was a genious. Still do. But on other matters now.
The truth: I would watch Step-by-step, FASCINATED by what's her face... the one that was 19. I thought she was AWESOME. She had that..... sarcastic wit that I have always loved. I wanted to be like her. She was my role model. So I figured 19 was the perfect age. Well, one year and 9 days and I'll be here. Ask me how it is. I have doubts, but I still think it'll ROCK LIKE LIGHTNING!
And then I remember the days that I rushed through. Too bad. But can't go back. I can reminisce all I want but that doesn't really get me anywhere but saying DUDE a ton.
posted by Cynic at 1:15 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home