MY CHANGES, FROM THE BEGINNING OF HIGH SCHOOL TO THE END:

pre:

near-post:



Heck, what did high school do to me?
No, what did I do (or not do, hehh) for myself in high school?

Not a damn thing.

FUTURE PLANS AFTER GRADUATION:

- Get fit. Find an active sport I enjoy playing, hire a trainer, or blackmail a friend into joining my struggle. Maybe I'll stop procrastinating.
- Care about school. It's not free anymore.
- Leave home. I'm sure the world is larger than I imagine it must be, still figuring out how to sever the umbilical cord without committing unintended suicide.
- Manners? Hm. Usually only applies to 35+ adults. Lower age line?
- Care about things. Because I find that I usually don't.

That fat, grey cat that lives underneath my porch came out today.
I returned home; as I was turning the lock on my screen door I spotted it, out of the corner of my eye, squatting on one of the wooden steps by the back gate.

Didn't even run away as I moved to step inside.
Just stared at me with those unblinking, catty eyes.
I don't feed it; I wonder what it eats so much of to be so fat.

Tell them they are under attack, denounce the pacifists for leaving them vulnerable,


and they will do your bidding.

Yesterday evening, I stepped out of the house to find that one among the dozen-ish birds perched upon the pole wires above had decided to leave its legacy on the ass of my car.

I looked up at the bunch of stupid flying things, cursing whichever one had released its large, unholy splatter of white and purple.

All these damn birds had wings that enabled them to fly above the rest of the world, to see the lands from a perspective those without wings could not,
yet it was here, of all places, that they had chosen to seat themselves.


"But what right did I have to mutter indecencies at them?", I ask myself now.

I wonder: are the trivial things we forget forgotten over time, or all of an unnoticed sudden?