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Name: youngmeen
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: alpharetta
Gender: Male
Interests: don't have any...maybe this is my intrest doing nothing and sitting here, thinking why am i doing this
Expertise: sitting, deep thoughts :p, being quiet, be obnoxious, being stupid....basically anything wrong with humans i am that and more...
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  youngmeenx85
Member Since:
6/26/2005
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| I Want to be Six Again
by Author Unknown
To Whom It May Concern:I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower. I want to be six again.I want to go to McDonald's and think it's the best place in the world to eat. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them. I want to play kickball during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.I long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care. I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips. I want to be happy, because I don't know what should make me upset. I want to think the world is fair and everyone in it is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too much.I learned of nuclear weapons, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality. I want to be six again. I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever, because I don't know the concept of death. I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by the little things again. I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something used for escape from the things I should be doing. I want to live knowing the little things that I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them. I want to be six again.I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me. I want to be naive enough to think that if I'm happy, so is everyone else. I want to walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I'm looking for. I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the grownups worry about time, the dentist, and how to find the money to fix the old car. I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up and what I'll be, who I'll be and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.I want that time back. I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my spouse, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman, without thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth. I want to be six again.- - - -~Author Unknown~ | | |
| i want a break, i want a fresh start too bad i won't get one, the past keeps building and i lose sight of the future, i see many dreams but those are dreams until i fullfil them and make them into my reality, one day i will...i must i have to for the sake of my future i need to see it with these two eyes, i wish it wasn't so blurry... | | |
| the time comes and the time goes. what i want is something i cannot have. what i cannot have is something i must work hard for. to get what i want it means determination for the first time in my life. yes i know i bitch, i whine, and complain about my life all the time. i know, but why can't i? hahaha i know the answer as well. people have told me my problem is not getting things done, but my approach to getting things done. if i say i can do it, i most likely give up, if i say i can't do it i give up...haha okay well anyways...what i want is a life with determination, with a clear cut answer...but i know its not possible, because we really don't know what we want from life. life is a gme of skill, and not of sheer dumbluck...well i do wish it, as many people probably do. i have two years of school left now, and i better make up my mind and become determined or all i know will surely crumble to nothing in front of me. i wish i could just give up on this world, but i can't do it for i owe to much... | | |
| what a great 24 hours i had. most people have bad days, what if everyday was a bad day for me? well yes i do consider most days to be bad, just because nothing happens. but the past 24 hours was like a living hell... it first started off with this goddamn headache that showed up out of nowhere at starbucks about 10ish. i head off to "IF" with some people, only to my amazment that we can't order drinks there...how did i know? maybe that was the reason i chose to sit by myself and stare off into empty space...looking pissed then i come home and i don't remember what happened to much when i came home, i know i did something stupid...but i wake up and i'm fucking pissed and stressed over everything, i mean everything that fucking happens in life i was pissed and stressed about it. i fucking go to work bitching, saying how these fuckers don't ever put anything out in the goddamn cases on friday night. they never do, i come in the fuicking morning and straighten their messes and put shit out...only to get bitched at by customers going why don't you have any fresh produce? i'm like what the fuck can't you see the goddamn produce, its out and the fucking cases are not fucking empty. also all day work everything i touched kept falling out of my hands and hit the ground making it unsellable. and even in the goddamn cooler i pick up a box and it just fucking breaks on me. this kind of bullshit happened to me all day at work...some people thought i had a fucking hangover because i looked so out of it...this is what happens when i become like a normal person for a time being....it freaks them out for some reason...i thought they would appreciate me for being fucking normal for once and not doing something crazy like i would do. and then after work i'm like yay i can go home now and go do something. but i fucking get caught up in this fucking 3 mile traffic jam because of some fucking accident, that two right lanes were blocked off. i sat in traffic for like 30 minutes just to move 3 miles. this is never suppose to happen at 6:30 on I-285 northbound/west bound on a goddamn saturday the worst i am suppose to see is someone getting pulled over for speeding...i should be able to travel at 80mph but no the goddamn traffic had to stop me. i come home eat, and realize nobody is doing anything today....grrr i was like great what an awesome 24 hours its been. that concludes my story i just wanted to share what a great living hell experience i had... | | |
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