Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Once as a Teen

Skipping back in time (I'm thinking nearly ten years ago - shit I'm old)

you know when you are sitting, let's say, at the pool, it's school sports day (if you don't know, that's when you get the last half of the day to do a sport, or you know, go somewhere fun) and you’re doing something you shouldn't be, like let's say- hypothetically, smoking without getting caught by the teachers (Yeah, I was bad, but back then it was actually cool to smoke, now, really, where the hell you getting all the money from?).

anyway, so we were all sitting there, me and my friends, and one of them (name not mentioned) new of this thing, she said, physiologist use to tell it someone is a killer, or evil – I’m not sure know what is was meant to prove, but hell it was something along those lines. But anyway it was something (hopefully I get it right) like this:

Answer with the first things that comes to you

You’re at a funeral and you meet the hottest guy in hell, so why’d you kill your sister?

I hope I got that right, but honestly, it’s just popped into my head but I know it went something like that. But still, it’s all the same, the first part and the last.

So what’s your answer....?

Everyone in our group shouted out answers to it. Mostly in the lines of, ‘cause the guy was her sister’s boyfriend, or you know that sort of crap. And apparently they were the right answers, but she – the friend – kept on shaking her head as the answers went out and out. And while that was happening I was thinking or what the right one must be – or wrong as the case may be.

Then it popped, and I answered, “’cause she wanted to see him again.”

Yeah, she went a little serious and then said I was a killer or something, though there was a tread of a joke threw her words I remember – and it’s only that – that she got a little scared. Though saying this, I was the type of person that went with it. I would tell her, mostly, that I was going to become a killer, that I would kill random’s cutting there pinkie finger off, stick it up there noises (funny). I would also cut a flower (cause it’s a ring that I use to wear) on their body somewhere and call it a day.
  This, by the way, never happened, nor was it ever going to back then, I am not a killer and would not like to become one. Thank you very much.

Anyway, it was so cool that I actually figured it out – at least I thought so – no one was even close to it, but when I said the words it made sense, and I remember that they all saw that too. It wasn’t just me honest. But from that point on life was a little more fun. Really, she thought I could become a killer, me. though, I was the quite kid that slunked in the background without much to say, and it’s not like I’m a looking, you can forget anything about me if there’s someone else around that fill your attention. I know this; actually used it threw my teen years.

Anywho, it was just a thought that popped in there, and I was doing something else on this blog and thought, why the hell no. So... yeah. Little more info on me.

I AM NOT A KILLER, JUST IMAGINATIVE.