Why did you even ask?
A: Why are you sitting there?
B: You see that wall behind me? I’ve been feeling really insecure and vulnerable lately. This wall should symbolise something to hold on to and lean against, which is something I want really bad.
The sun and the heat, that is stress and trouble. I’ve been going through some stuff and well, this wall is cool and smooth. I wish things were going like that in real life. You have trouble, there’s that weird heat - you have something cold to calm you down.
In fact, I want to be like that wall. Firm, self-confident, cool.
I want to have that ability, I want to make my point and just stick to it. I want to stay cool and to not let anything disturb me.
I sit, because I want to stay down-to-earth, you know? Normal. Myself. Just the way I am and I shouldn’t let anything change that. If I stand up, lift my head and see that I’m always a little taller or a little shorter than the others, it’s gonna change the way I look at things and myself.
When we sit, we’re all almost identically tall. The same. That’s how we should look at ourselves in a group.
Oh and yeah, it’s really hot and this place is shaded.
Peter Griffin (Monty Python) - Always look on the bright side of life
Really, it hurts to see 14-year old girls breaking up with their boyfriend. It’s just moving how that relationship status on Facebook changes to “single”, how their friends can’t put enough “O”s in their smileys, that are more shocked than the girls are themselves and they play yet another piece of drama for all their Facebook-friends.
I cannot be the only one sobbing, whining even, knowing it is going to be another sleepless night that I spend crying into my pillow.
And how the girl herself must feel. Her heart too broken to answer all her friends’ terrified replies, she only feels strong enough to copy a poem into her status, written with passion and soul. All her faith and hope for the future has been smashed to pieces. None of the guys looks at her anymore, at least they don’t tell her, they do. Even the wisest words, carefully chosen by a friend that re-does her make up for her, won’t soothe her, just like they didn’t the day before when she read them on the internet.
And I, I am sitting a few metres away, my whole body is shaking, my face is buried in my hands. In a few quick moves I wipe off the tears that are running down my cheeks, while that friend gives me a frowning look because I can’t help laughing.
Exactly. Now, how can this be an excuse for throwing your life away? Yes, your only life.