Untitled short story; 2/13/08

Mar 06, 2008 - 19:11 PM PST

This is an unfinished short story.. I'm not sure where I was going with it, but it's something.

He learned from a very young age just how brutual and self- serving girls (and for that matter, women) could be. Now of course there were those girls in Elementary School that would poke fun and giggle, but he was confident that would pass. Middle School not only destroyed his plan that he'd get past that; it also showed him how everyone was going to act out in that way. The teachers/boys/girls/parents all seemed to be in a completely different mindset. High School finally gave him what he had hoped for and therefore DESERVED for having thought things would be any better this way. If only he had a taste of popularity or at least some sort of special status as the "anti-hero." Instead, it helped make him waht he is today, but he had no clue then that things would be so crystal clear 5 years later.

Which made him think that maybe what he knows now might be so clearly wrong in 5 more years. When would this sick cycle end? He couldn't wait til he died to really be sure of anything, could he? If he died now then wouldn't he be sure of his whole, entire life?! Maybe in that moment, things would unscramble and decode into a perfect "story of my life" that was so... honest. If he had failed and made mistakes, surely he'd see them again. Happening right before him. "Why didn't he know then what he knows now???" If we learn from our mistakes, then what good is that knowledge if we'll never know the sweet joy of stumbling? The knowledge becomes useless and once more we are free to revele in our debauchery and feel the rush one gets when he can send such waves of chaos through what would seem sensible and right if one were acting with the intentions of putting in a bid for a little "what goes around comes around." The problem with this logic is that it doesn't.