|Who Cares? (standard:other, 878 words)|
|Author: AAAAAAAhhhhh check it out||Added: Jan 09 2005||Views/Reads: 1706/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's about some chick's life who cares but not really.|
INTRODUCTION Some people think my life is so easy, but I think easiness is relative. I feel that my life is the hardest thing ever, but then again, there are worse things that could happen to me in it. For instance, I could be a druggie or get bad grades in school. But the thing is, each personâs life seems so hard to him or her until they actually live someone elseâs life, and thatâs not even possible. So no one will ever really know what an easy or hard life is, because we canât judge other peopleâs lives without living them ourselves. We can never know really how hard or easy someoneâs life is until we experience ALL that they do, because no one knows everything about someoneâs life and all the feelings they feel and all their heartaches and joys, unless they are themselves. I guess what Iâm trying to say is, no one should ever be able to judge a person by simply looking at them or even just by being around them a lot. There is always a different story when you get under the skin. Who Cares? Alright, Iâll admit, when you first look at me, you see goody goody little church girl starving for intelligence and guidance from her parents. Which quite ironically is actually about the opposite of me, but hey first impressions are always the most memorable, huh? No matter how you act after you know a person, they will always remember how you were at first, when you were being cautious and not really saying or doing anything out of line because you didnât know how theyâd react to it if you did. Even my name, Ruth, is biblical! So my first impression is always the same. So what! At least Iâm honest afterwards. Iâll let the people who are like me know who I really am, but otherwise, no one gets beneath that church girl layer. No one actually knows how my home life is because no one ever comes to my home. Everyone thinks it must be perfect just because I donât complain about it, right? Thatâs how it always is, but maybe Iâm just not complaining about it because I donât want to lay bare the disorganized, hurtful mush my life really is. I donât want everyone feeling sorry for me or even knowing why Iâm ACTUALLY so quiet. Or hell, maybe I just donât like complaining. Iâm not trying to turn into one of those people who talks to their journal in their entries like itâs a real person, so Iâm just gonna pretend that my audience is the world, anyone who will listen; because maybe thatâs who Iâd like my audience to be. But no one wants to listen to a girl who never talks. No one could hear me unless I had something worthwhile to say and considering I have no real friends, there is no one to care or sympathize with me. Iâm not saying I want pity, but considering no one would listen to me but out of pity, maybe itâs what I should want. A simpler explanation is this: since I made no friends to begin with in this life of mine, no one has even started to care for me in any way and no one wants to hear someone talk about their crap life unless they actually care about them. So if I were to start telling my story now, it would be blown off. It doesnât even matter. I guess my life isnât worth anything anyhow, right? I would talk to a wall to have some company; my parents donât know I exist unless theyâre busy using me as a human stress reliever; I really donât have any friends; Iâm pathetically talking to my journal; although I try to pretend I donât need anyone, everyone needs someone; and Iâm mad at God if he even exists. How could I be so unlucky as to have been stuck with this life? Yeah, God supposedly gave us free will and this I understand, but my free will did not include the family I was put into. And it wasnât Satan that put me in this family, so no one can blame him either. All the bad things that happen to me are the result of the choices of someone else. Of course itâs from my parents bad choices, but why do I get punished because of them? No, it was God. He is ultimately the culprit. Ya know, I would rather have lived my life under complete control of God and had a good life than to have lived under the will of myself and live like I do. See, Christians donât understand me because there is nothing they can say to me that will make me believe that God doesnât suck. Non-Christians donât like me because I donât act âbadâ enough for the likes of them. I might as well be a Christian to them but that I am resentful against God. And other groups and religions donât like me because I think theyâre stupid for believing in the things they do and also for the fact that I DO believe in God, I just donât like him. Tweet
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