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|The Loss of Innocence (standard:other, 1009 words)|
|Author: Smackybuttox||Added: Mar 26 2001||Views/Reads: 3059/3||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I reminisce on a study break|
The Loss of Innocence By Smackybuttox The Bible says ďBlessed are the Meek, for They Shall Inherit the EarthĒ. I think as I take a drag on a Camel Turkish Gold cigarette from a brand new pack. I taste the coffee-like flavor of the cigarette and take a breath before taking another drag. The air doesnít taste as tinny since the alcove Iím smoking in is shielded from the bitter wind. I take a rest on a slanted wall protruding from the face of the library and continue daydreaming. I havenít inherited shit. The only people I really remember inheriting the earth are kids whose parents own a good deal of it anyway. They arenít traditionally meek. Actually, as I recall, they beat up the meek because the meek are usually convenient targets. I really wonder how the hell such a bullshit statement became such a common saying. I canít remember seeing a single person who is meek after building a million dollar house on the earth he inherited. I can, however, remember crying. Iíve done a lot of that in the past few years. Scarcely a week goes by without a bout of crying anymore. Cry, and wonder if I could have done something different. I cry and regret the past. I wonder what the hell I did wrong. I remember being in love. I remember walking up to a Barbie doll-type blonde on a retreat my senior year in high school. I remember the warm morning sun refracting off that nearly transparent peach fuzz girls get on their face. It wasnít man-ish, it just reminded me of her humanity, and made her look even more beautiful. I remember walking up to her and asking a heartfelt question after walking the hardest forty-three steps of my life. She said yes. I remember feeling as though I had ascended into heaven. I remember feeling like I was Neil Armstrong walking on the moon. It was like the very earth had lost most of its gravity, and the slightest step could propel me for meters. I felt like I could conquer the world. Then she started ignoring me. It didnít take long to happen, maybe three hours or so after I had asked. I felt a confusion that fueled an anger, which I feel to this very day. I remember feeling as though I had been cast out of the heaven to which I had so quickly ascended. More than anything, I remember her walking on the arm of our football teamís star fullback. I remember the months leading to our prom. It had been basically decided that Barbie-doll would go with our star fullback, but still I wouldnít go with anyone else. It wasnít that I didnít want to go. I wanted to go so badly, but somehow I couldnít bear to go without her. I knew that if I had seen her there, I would have ruined my dateís night as well. I just felt that I would have hated my date because, no matter how great my date was, it wouldnít be her. The better part of my prom night was spent with my parents. They must have decided to take me out to dinner since they knew I wasnít going. I assume they were trying to cheer me up. It didnít work. The rest of the night was spent with my head buried in a pillow so my parents wouldnít wake up to my crying. I felt as though I was going to die. The sweat was pouring from my body like blood from a gaping wound. Iím not sure exactly when the flashes started, since I had lost track of time. I just know that one minute I was crying and talking to God at the same time, next I had these flashes. These flashes werenít like a hot flash or anything like that. It was as though my eyes were electrocuted. I donít know if youíve ever felt liquid shock, but it was as though my eyes and the nerves connecting them to my brain felt this incredible liquid shock. What I saw was for the most part unexplainable. Some things made sense, some didnít. I know that I saw a building that Iíve wanted to build for years, being built. I know I saw the Barbie-doll and the fullback getting pictures taken. I saw myself, as an old man, at a big desk signing papers. I stayed up till the wee hours of the morning writing. I donít know what the hell that was, nothing like that has ever happened to me before, and I hope that nothing like it ever happened again. I assume it was some kind of seizure brought on by dehydration, I assume that I lost a lot of water. They say that when the mind suffers, the body cries out- I guess something happened to my body. Thatís how I got on this train of thought. Iíve always been shy. Iíve always been a nice guy. Iíve always been meek. That isnít what matters in life, apparently. All that matters anymore is if your ship is coming in. It matters if you are rich, or successful, or good-looking. If you arenít, you get ignored. You get your heart broken. As I recall, the fullbackís dad was an anesthesiologist, and the Barbie-dollís dad is a successful surgeon. Neither of them are meek, as a matter of fact, I donít know two people that have easier times talking to people. Both of them are at Ivy-league schools, both are going into business, and I assume that both of them are going to be wealthy. Like I said, the meek donít inherit the earth. I finish my cigarette, and decide to go back in the library and study. I go back inside, find the elevator, and hit the button for the fourth floor. I find my way to a study carol, open my book bag, and pull out a piece of loose-leaf paper. I figure it might be therapeutic to write. Tweet
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