|Morning Glory (standard:mystery, 1034 words)|
|Author: Freya Griffin||Added: Oct 07 2002||Views/Reads: 2043/1148||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|When the morning breaks, your braincells ignites bigger questions about the universe|
I opened my eyes and it took about a minute to realized where i was. Where else would i be but in my room? I reached for the curtain to take a peek on the world outside. The morning glories were blooming happily as the sky brighten. The sun wasn't visible just yet but i'm sure it's gonna shines brightly atop the uneven lines of roofs, forcing the universe to stirr and re-animate. Another day. Another boredom. I hate it. I hate to have to wake up each time. As usual i took my time to deliberately waking up late. I laid in bed motionless, ceiling-staring, thinking of random things. Sometimes the random thinking hit my soft spot. A plan for the day, assignments, problems i left unsolved the other day. And it gave me such a bad mood that i sometimes wished i could just stop thinking. Stop living. I know i was running away. And i ran away from running away. And i never get to the end of anything. I stayed put. Wouldn't it be nice to just frozen time and meanwhile, fixed everything and then as the time melted and went on the cheerful usual way. I'm back to the happy me. The problem-free me. But ofcourse, i was running away. I tried to think of happy things but my memory gave up on me. I must be depressed, my brain murmured quietly. In some distance i could hear the whole house had beginning to wake up. My housemates pacing up and down the stairs and back and forth the bathroom upstairs. I am depressed, some frail voice in my head claimed. I stayed still. But how can i be depressed? Depression is for people who had loads of responsibilities to do. The stacking tasks and documents routine. The traffic and the meetings and the late night working. I knew for sure i wasn't any of those. I live day by day lazily, busily escaping realities, problems unsolved, questions unanswered. Depression is definitely not it. I don't deserve such mentally dramatic explanation. I'm just lazy. Yeah, that must be it. I'm just a lazy coward. You are depressed you know, and even now you're running away from it. The irritable voices chirping in my head. Whatever. I stared at the ceiling thinking about random things. Regretting on why i had become the gigantic slug i was. Routing some choices i made in the earlier years, that might be responsible for making me such a hideous lump of laziness i was then. I should join the cheerleader squad in highschool. Instead of the basketball team. I would have a whole different sets of friends. Different situations, different ways of thinkings. Dated different boys. Hanging out at different places. Parties, clubs, more parties, the disco. I don't like the noise, so most probably i wouldn't go most of the times. No matter with who you hang out with, you would never be able to change the real you. If i were to do it allover again, i would still be the geekish computer games freak who hangs out with other geeks. My subconscience is very smart. It always argues myself that would make me lost in the middle of it, all the time. I think most people would agree if someone would came out with a magical device that would able you to turn off your subconscience whenever you want to, at any time. That would make all people in the world psychopats. And the world would finally be normal! Like they say, it depends on the environments really. For example; you weighed 120 pounds, eventhough it's actually normal since you're about, let's say 5ft6, but all the girls around you are very very very skinny and the biggest size for clothings would be a size ten, and they don't eat nothing but carrots and cabbages (oh my god, this 100 grams of pizza, contains enough fat to last us until like ten years from now! DUH!). In that society my dearest friend, you will be nothing but a swelling elephant, an outcast, a monster. But when you, in the same physical condition, be living in Somalia, men would be allover you. They would think you're Maryln Monroe. The sexiest being in the whole planet. They hardly eat anything in Somalia (not because they're on a diet, they simply don't have the food) and therefore, it's beautiful that you're healthy and weighed normal. Likewise, a world where all the inhabitants are Click here to read the rest of this story (36 more lines)
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