Why?
Why, why, why, why, why, why?
Every day, I am stuck in an infinite loop of “why?”s, no where near finding a single answer.
Why I do this?
Why didn’t I?
Why did I even bother saying anything?
Why can’t I get out of my own head?
Why do I even try?
Of course, I then cannot even get through the day without being some cynical prick that can’t help but take it out on the people he cares about most. I get to drive home thinking about all the shitty things I do and my incredulous stupidity until it gives me a headache and I hop on the internet and well, you know the rest.
Jesus.
Why did I even write this?
- Led Zeppelin- 1975: If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me. Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.
- Nicki Minaj- 2012: You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid), you a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid), you a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid) (stupid, stupid)
Screenplay n’ Stuff.
This is the first scene of a short film screenplay that I started working on recently.
You should read it and stuff.
It’s cool if you don’t wanna.
A fun family tale…
Today, out of curiosity, I decided to ask my Mom about her engagement ring and the day she got it. She then proceeded to tell me this story… My Dad, who is Scottish, had only been living in the U.S. for about 2 years when he and my Mom decided to get married.
Because my Mom was a nurse, she knew she wasn’t going to be wearing her ring all the time, so My Dad wanted to have it specially made so when she did wear it, she would always see how beautiful it was.
On the way to go pick up the ring from the jeweler’s, my Dad was pulled over for speeding (which he often did). What my Mom didn’t know was that he had been driving on a suspended license. This meant, in the short time that he had his license, my Dad had racked up enough speeding tickets to have it suspended and still decided to drive anyway. (Well done Dad.)
The officer had no choice but to take him in and throw him in jail, my Mom following the cop down to the station. In order to bail him out, she had to use the money that was meant for her ring. She ended up paying for her own engagement ring. After explaining why they were late to the jeweler, he told them that it was “the single funniest story he had ever heard,” and told every customer who came in that day.
It’s nice to know that my parents are human too.
Ruminations on Graduation.
So a few days ago, I decided I was going to audition to be the Master of Ceremony at my high school graduation (Badass, right?), and it got me thinking about graduation itself and how I felt about it.
I think about all the people that seem to infinitely rabbit on about how much High School blows, how much they dislike their classmates and that they can’t wait to graduate and get out of dodge. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t feel this way sometimes.
But really, I’m going to miss High School. Quite a bit to be honest.
Despite being a sarcastic, cynical and often heartless bastard, I met tons of amazing people in my High School years. People that left a lasting impression. And when that day finally comes, I’ll miss every single one.
I think sometimes we forget that we will never see most of these people for the rest of our lives (or at least until the reunion). The students we once saw roaming the halls will soon be navigating their way through life, experiencing all the struggles and hardships that life so dependably provides. We might not even recognize them walking down the street. They are going to live and die, and we would never know.
On graduation day, I’m definitely gonna cry. I’m going to cry for my friends, my teachers, the kids I hated, the kids I never knew. I’m gonna cry for all of them, knowing that for what felt like somewhere between a single moment and a millennium we were connected.
