Brutal Honesty

I've tried writing everything. Anything that would catch attention. Nothing did... it would begin with some beautiful piece of writing, all these glowing metaphors that meant nothing to me or the people reading it. So how can people love something that means nothing? They can't, so that's why I'm writing this. It might not mean anything to you, but at least it means something to me. At least something comes of it. Maybe it's a stupid something, but to be brutally honest, I couldn't care less.

I'm starting out by saying nothing in this world makes sense. Not even those obvious things that you should understand the moment you look at them. Like when two people who are in love. Right, that should make all the sense in the world; get married, have kids, live happily ever after. Fifteen years down the road they're divorced, having custody battles over their drug addict son whose got a pregnant girlfriend. Guess what they'll do? Get married... and stay married. Funny how things work out exactly how they weren't supposed to.

Things makes sense to me now. Not the things themselves... I'll never in my life understand how that drug addict kid cleaned up and stayed married to his equally loser girlfriend, but of course then I do understand that I'll never understand. So I understand in retrospect... it makes no sense to you, but it makes sense to me. Hence why I'm writing this. Since when did something have to make sense to everyone?

Enough about understanding, that's a boring subject. Then again, this won't be even remotely interesting to you. I'm sick and tired of writing interesting. I don't do interesting. I do boring, I do mundane. I do whatever it is I want to do. You probably picked that up reading this. This has no structure at all, I'm writing whatever it is that comes to mind. So whatever you're reading is exactly what I was thinking... in order. Bananas. Just then I was thinking about bananas. Fig newtons. That too... why am I still thinking about food?

You know, this is the most bitter piece of writing I've ever composed. Bitter writing usually works better for the over-forty workaholic divorcee, but I'm only 16, so really I don't have anything to be bitter about. But I like being bitter. It's refreshing. Try it sometime. For the heck of it think of something that doesn't necassarily other you, then try and be bitter about it. Think about all the things about it that suck. It's remarkable how much you can hate something that never bothered you before just by thinking about it with a certain mission to hate it. Then again it does end up putting a darker edge on everything; it might make you depressed. So if you're determined to be sunny and happy all the time, don't try and be bitter. It just works for me, I guess.

Speaking of depressed, this is probably really depressing you right now. So I'll stop being depressing. I'll say something that'll be sure to make you happy. Puppies. Who doesn't love puppies? Until of course they crap all over your new white carpet and chew on your favorite shoes and bark at strangers and stuff. That part isn't so lovable. And look at that. I just made something completely cute and irrestitable sound grotesque and disgusting. Damn I'm good.

So anyway, I should stop writing now, but I'm not going to. I doubt you're still reading this far anyway... nobody actually reads this far. They do when it's some famous author that they're required to like or if it's for some term paper they have to write in less than 12 hours, then they might be reading all of it. Nobody would use this for a term paper though, so that's no worry. I've really gotta stop giving my writing so much credit. Why in the hell did something like "somebody might use this for a term paper" pop into my head? I'm being way to optimistic, really. Optimistic is good, don't get me wrong. But optimism without reality isn't so good. Unrealistic optimism equals bad. Just keep that in mind, it'll be sure to ruin some poor optimistic soul's day. Trust me, thrust it on some poor unsuspecting person talking about doing something good when you know that in reality they'll never actually do it. And now you're thinking "how evil is this person"? I'm not evil, I swear. I'm a good person. In the long run you'll be doing that optimistic soul a favor by putting that unrealistic goal out of their heads. Instead they'll go for more realistic goals... like working in McDonalds flipping burgers.

I'll leave you to ponder my brutal honesty. Enjoy.