I am a fortune cookie
Oh yes, my friendly neighborhood blog reader. I'm a fortune cookie. Crumbly and stale and confusing as fuck when get me to open up. But I give you lucky numbers and teach you random words in a foreign language.
Oh wait.
Crap.
That's not where I was going with that.
I write in riddles that can be interpreted in many many ways.°
°Especially if you add "in bed" to the end of them.
When I was in high school, I wrote a poem. Described an event, albeit in poetic language, that changed my life. Basically exactly as I saw it. I can still recite the poem, and when I do, the visions, the textures, the heat, the emotion, EVERYTHING comes back to me. You've probably guessed that it wasn't a positive event in my life. It was terrifying. It still feel the profound effects of that event.
But since it was (I thought), a good poem, I let a teacher read it.
She wanted to put me on suicide watch.
I figured she was nuts and was projecting her crazy onto me, (I knew which teacher she was dating) so I let some classmates read it. They checked me for evidence of self harm.
I was being told what my own writing meant. As if the fact that I wrote it didn't matter when I explained what it meant*, because they just KNEW what the symbolism was.
*or that it didn't mean what they thought it meant, anyway.... I am still reluctant to share that particular part of myself
And I really needed psychological help☆.
☆I do need psychological help, but a single fucking poem written by a teenager isn't going to clue you in on that. Try again, asshole.
**TANGENT WARNING - Strap in!!!***
Kind of reminds me of the Southpark episode where the boys wrote the book about Scrotey McBoogerballs. People were taking meaning where there was none. Coincidentally, I have, on my commute, listened to the real-world equivalent of Scrotey McBoogerballs. Well, in that it was shitty juvenile, 4th grade level writing. It wasn't disgusting, just stupid and poorly written.
Any guesses? Would it help if I told you that I listened to the entire series? And that it was turned into a major motion picture?
If you guessed twilight, you're wrong....
Maze Runner. It sucks harder than a supercharged shop vac.
But me being the nerd I am, I couldn't stop in the middle of a book despite it being awful... nor could I stop with just the first of the series. I was in it for better or worse... really really worse.
So... the next time you're reading something and it seems really profound to you, just stop and think, "are they yanking my chain?" and "are they full of shit?" and finally "is there a chance that the beach is just a beach, the clock is just a clock, and I'm a gullible asshole?"
Stay cool and don't Baker Act my ass for this,
C.D.
Oh wait.
Crap.
That's not where I was going with that.
I write in riddles that can be interpreted in many many ways.°
°Especially if you add "in bed" to the end of them.
When I was in high school, I wrote a poem. Described an event, albeit in poetic language, that changed my life. Basically exactly as I saw it. I can still recite the poem, and when I do, the visions, the textures, the heat, the emotion, EVERYTHING comes back to me. You've probably guessed that it wasn't a positive event in my life. It was terrifying. It still feel the profound effects of that event.
But since it was (I thought), a good poem, I let a teacher read it.
She wanted to put me on suicide watch.
I figured she was nuts and was projecting her crazy onto me, (I knew which teacher she was dating) so I let some classmates read it. They checked me for evidence of self harm.
I was being told what my own writing meant. As if the fact that I wrote it didn't matter when I explained what it meant*, because they just KNEW what the symbolism was.
*or that it didn't mean what they thought it meant, anyway.... I am still reluctant to share that particular part of myself
And I really needed psychological help☆.
☆I do need psychological help, but a single fucking poem written by a teenager isn't going to clue you in on that. Try again, asshole.
**TANGENT WARNING - Strap in!!!***
Kind of reminds me of the Southpark episode where the boys wrote the book about Scrotey McBoogerballs. People were taking meaning where there was none. Coincidentally, I have, on my commute, listened to the real-world equivalent of Scrotey McBoogerballs. Well, in that it was shitty juvenile, 4th grade level writing. It wasn't disgusting, just stupid and poorly written.
Any guesses? Would it help if I told you that I listened to the entire series? And that it was turned into a major motion picture?
If you guessed twilight, you're wrong....
Maze Runner. It sucks harder than a supercharged shop vac.
But me being the nerd I am, I couldn't stop in the middle of a book despite it being awful... nor could I stop with just the first of the series. I was in it for better or worse... really really worse.
So... the next time you're reading something and it seems really profound to you, just stop and think, "are they yanking my chain?" and "are they full of shit?" and finally "is there a chance that the beach is just a beach, the clock is just a clock, and I'm a gullible asshole?"
Stay cool and don't Baker Act my ass for this,
C.D.
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