I read Lord of the Flies in High School. I remember being shocked at how violent it was. Not that I hadn’t been exposed to hundreds of violent movies and TV shows at that point it had just never been a part of school before. On top of that all the characters were the same age as me or younger. It now sticks out in my mind as the first “adult” book I ever read.
Archive for March, 2012
Years ago I had long hair. Down past my shoulders. It got caught in many things. Car doors, jacket zippers, cat claws. I think the most annoying would be in bed when I would try to look at something in another part of the room only to find I had pinned my head in one position as my mane of hair was stuck under my own shoulder.
I sometimes have extra bad eyesight for a few days. Either I’m not getting enough sleep or I’m dehydrated or something like that. Fortunately it’s happened enough that I no longer panic and think I’m days away from losing my vision. Just gotta get more than 4 hours of sleep for a few days in a row!
It must be strange to live most of your life in a magician’s void. Only called into existence for a few minutes a day into a dark room facing a blinding spotlight. A few seconds of thunderous applause and you are back into floating around in your world of nothingness and carrots.
Is technology going to keep advancing forever? Will parents always be able to tell stories of “back in my day” that are hilarious to their children? I guess barring a zombie apocalypse there will always be something.
When I was little I thought the easter bunny laid the eggs! How childish! He just takes them by force. So many families go hungry in early April as the local egg supply dries up. Tragic.
I don’t remember having an invisible friend or cherished stuffed animal to talk to when I was a kid. I remember talking to my dog but that was more about current events, not as a confidant. I wonder if people that did have objects to confide in are the same people that have diaries when they get older. Certainly would have been good practice for it.
I certainly splashed in a puddle or two in my day but it quickly became a thing I avoided. I realized that all puddles aren’t just a few feet away from my house full of warm dry socks. You only have to sit through one movie in a chilly air conditioned theater with freezing soggy shoes to start stepping around them.
I don’t smoke. I dislike the smell of cigarette smoke. The worst part about liking bands that played small clubs was the amazing smell that would follow me all the way home. It’s annoying to have to take a long hot shower at 3AM when you really need sleep but unless I wanted to also burn my bed the next morning I had no choice.
These people confuse me. They say they can’t find something. They say they searched for it but somehow when I type the exact words coming out of their mouth into google it works. The first time. I’ve never followed them back to their computer to see them try it. Maybe there’s some secret reason I’m missing.