I forever look but I do not see.
I forever hear but I do not listen.
I forever hurt but I do not learn.
We far too often get caught up in ourselves.
We forget and neglect those around us.
We need to understand the difference between being a good person and seeing the good in other people.
To be honest there are few genuine people these days.
To be honest our generation does not know how to be real.
To be honest we are all apart of this problem.
Change yourself. For the better.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
21 Hours (short story #3)
I plopped into my seat followed by a deep sigh. Row 15, chair B. I sadly knew what I was about to experience. A twenty one hour flight non-stop. Not to mention, across the world. Australia, here I come.
The flight became bumpy when we passed over California. There as a thunderstorm. I love when it's pouring rain, though not when I am on a flying object that is vulnerable to its powerful beating. I decided to enjoy myself, or at least try. I attempted to only think about the two weeks ahead of me that I was about to spend in paradise. I was unsuccessful. A baby was sobbing, and the people next to me would refuse to stop joking around. It was distracting my heavenly thoughts about the upcoming 14 days.
The man sitting next to me was inappropriately flirting his way closer to me and my pink carry-on with my name imprinted in gold across the top to show it was mine…no wonder he knew my name.
I’ve always hated airplanes. This is why. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but the man wasn’t convinced. My eyes were closed and my headphones were on-blasting, yet I could still hear his voice rambling on in the background. His annoyance kept me listening in somehow. The fact that I wanted to drown him out, drove me crazy. I heard every word he said. His grandma’s pear tree, his younger cousins green lizard, and his mom’s new husband were apparently topics he loved to talk about to try and get women. My head throbbed and I just wanted to jump out of this thing, and parachute down…that would be awesome, but no. 20 hours, 56 minutes, 31 seconds left on this hell ride. This should be eventful.
The flight became bumpy when we passed over California. There as a thunderstorm. I love when it's pouring rain, though not when I am on a flying object that is vulnerable to its powerful beating. I decided to enjoy myself, or at least try. I attempted to only think about the two weeks ahead of me that I was about to spend in paradise. I was unsuccessful. A baby was sobbing, and the people next to me would refuse to stop joking around. It was distracting my heavenly thoughts about the upcoming 14 days.
The man sitting next to me was inappropriately flirting his way closer to me and my pink carry-on with my name imprinted in gold across the top to show it was mine…no wonder he knew my name.
I’ve always hated airplanes. This is why. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but the man wasn’t convinced. My eyes were closed and my headphones were on-blasting, yet I could still hear his voice rambling on in the background. His annoyance kept me listening in somehow. The fact that I wanted to drown him out, drove me crazy. I heard every word he said. His grandma’s pear tree, his younger cousins green lizard, and his mom’s new husband were apparently topics he loved to talk about to try and get women. My head throbbed and I just wanted to jump out of this thing, and parachute down…that would be awesome, but no. 20 hours, 56 minutes, 31 seconds left on this hell ride. This should be eventful.
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