Monday, November 28, 2011

CNF- Character

Irritable: easily irritated or annoyed


She walks into the room.  Her head already spinning.  And yet even though she's in the back of the room, arms folded across her chest, headphones placed in her ear, eyes glaring around the room, people have the audacity to try to talk to her.  Today is just not the day to try to talk to her.  She can't fake nice today, and that's what they expect, her to be nice.  


***


Her world has begun to crumple. Piece by piece, just slipping away from her.  Bit by bit, disappearing into the abyss that she calls her life.  There is nothing left inside of her.  Nothing left to make her care anymore or even try to act nice or happy.  She is just existing now. 


***

They walk up to her, fake smiles spread across their faces.  "Hi! Hope you have a great day!" You could just hear how fake they were being.  Her face starts to gradually change colors.  Pale to pale peach to pink to red.  

"Really," she sharply replied, "you hope I have a great day?  Want to know what the hell I hope!  I hope that you shut your mouth and walk away already."  Anger was raging through her voice.  She was done putting up with their fake personalities.  She had finally given up on them.  

***

When they walked away, her temper started to fade.  Her mood began to rise.  She felt much better.  The only thing that she could think of was that she hated people.  They were way to irritating for her to put up with.








Thursday, November 10, 2011

What is Your Nothing?

"Can you let the dogs out Jaymie?" my mom asks from the kitchen.
"I'm busy right now. I can't!"
"Oh, what are you so busy doing that you can't let your own dog out?" she demands.
"Nothing." I quickly replied.

Our definition of nothing has drastically shifted.  The actual definition of nothing is "no thing."  But you can never really do nothing.  If you really think about it, you are constantly doing something.  Breathing, talking, watching something, thinking.  The list is endless.  As organisms we are always living.

When we text people and ask them "What's up?" or something along those lines, our normal response is "Nothing." We never go into detail and say something like, "Oh you know just sitting on my couch, texting and thinking why the sky is blue." That would just be to much to type in one text, plus way to detailed for a text.  Is it that we have just become lazy and don't want to say what we are doing so we say nothing?

Our nothing's really aren't nothing anymore.  Its just our way of saying that we are to busy to say what we are really doing.  Could it be that our nothing is really our something now?  When we say we are doing nothing we are obviously not doing nothing.  We are talking just then.  Every second of the day we are thinking about something.  There is never a time when our brains aren't busy doing something.

We can always say we are doing nothing because it isn't important enough to go into detail of what we are really doing.  Or the action we are doing is embarrassing.  There are many reasons that we say we are doing nothing when we really are doing something.

My mom starts getting a little irritated.  "Your doing nothing? Then let the dogs out, now!"
"Mom, I said I was busy."
"Then you said you weren't doing anything. So go let the dogs out."
"I'm busy having a conversation mom!"
"Then why didn't you say that in the first place?" she asked.
"Because it wasn't that important."

Friday, November 4, 2011

CNF- Fall

The leaves are beginning to morph. The green fades into yellow; yellow to red; before the leaves make their final resting place on the ground.  You would never think that in such a beautiful season there would be such hardships for one person.
    She was caught in the midst of an unforgivable act. Her planned out future shattered like the glass of that car window. The car, she promised she would never be in. The car that she said she would only be in that one time. The car that she was caught in.
    You see the leaves fall and wilt on the ground. The season of the most change, yet her world is frozen still. "Trust is easier broken then built up again" her mother would explain but in a taunting way. Actions can change more than seasons, but they can affect you for the rest of your life.