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Monday, June 16, 20083:24 PM
Infatuation
Fact: I think you're all infatuated with the idea of love  I find it funny that all teenage girls drool over the same thing, a fairy-tale ending. I mean some days I walk around the halls and I find it shallow that they all just stand in their little clusters chattering their lives away about how Mike got a haircut, or the car Tom came to school in. All they care about is Hollister or American Eagle, and if you don't wear labels you're not good enough to talk to them. I mean I can admit, I wear those labels. But beauty is only skin deep. But who doesn't say that? I met a woman once, actually it was a psychic. Not that you guys don't already know that I'm totally in to that stuff, but that's besides the point. I was seeing someone at that point in time, and she told me that I shoulld choose the friend, the guy that was one of my friends who wanted to ask me out, but didn't want to ruin our relationship, over the 'looker'. "Beauty changes." I think about those two words a lot. They say beauty in youth is a mistake of nature, but beauty in old age is a masterpiece. So it makes me think, what will I be like as I get older. Because I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of growing old. In my few years I have met incredible beautiful people, but as I got to know them, they became stupid, arrogant and vain beasts. Now that I look back at it, they were just pretty faces. They really had no substance at all. Just walking hollow shells. I was in love with one once, but it was my own stupidity. It wasn't love, it was infatuation. And that's what everyone's obsessing over. Infatuation means foolish or all-absorbing passion. All their dreams are so shallow. Like I said before, all they care about is some dream-like life. I don't want to be the one to pull them back to reality and wake them up, but someone's going to have to sometime. I mean, just take a good look at them. They don't care. They care about their status, and their clothes. They care about who has the hottest boyfriend, and who has the cutest Coach bag. They drown themselves in sublimity. Sometimes I wish I could float through life on a cloud. The only thing is, I'm living my life with my eyes open. ---- |
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