Saturday, December 17, 2005

Woe is me...Ha! Ha!

It was a short moment, a brief one only, but I felt awkward. Later, I could not remember what I felt but could only see what others might have seen: a bent figure, standing there, eyes vacant.
What is it in the teenage psyche that compels them to hang their dirty laundry outside their front doors? It's such an abnormal thing. Wear your artificial pain on your shirt sleeve and receive a free gift of $20 retail value! If you tattoo it into your skin, we'll even send you a free sledgehammer, valued at $50! Do it soon, because the offer's good only while supplies last!
Indeed. But nobody's yelling that at them. Does it ennoble their angst somehow? Being able to set it down in writing, guaranteeing that all of their friends--and then some--will see it. Does it? I'm just so utterly confused by so many things, and the fact that I can't find answers only frustrates me further. I'm not supposing I'm any different at all. But, please tell me...why?