Meghan: Bullshit

The class is bullshit, pure bullshit. I don’t even know why we do it. But that aspect applies to much of life does it not? The project: create a poster that showed your values in life. Ha. Put all of my values down on a tiny scrap of paper and then explain those values to a bunch of people my age? You might as well ask me to go find the Holy Grail; I would have about the same success. So we grouped in our little flocks to impart valuable knowledge unto our brethren and I prepared to impart some worthless b.s. ‘So, what is it that you value in your life?’

‘Well, I find that both family and religion are pillars that help hold me up whenever I need it.’

I looked up from where I had been drawing pagan symbols on my hand.

‘What about you?’

I looked at their happy faces; these people who found peace in the church, who had loving supportive families, who were happy with their simple ‘normal’ lives.

What the hell was I supposed to tell them? The truth? The very idea was laughable. I knew what would happen if I told them what really made me happy. Their faces would slowly freeze; features taking a painted look. Then their eyes would shift from painted to nervous. You know the type, the maybe-I-shouldn’t-be-talking-to-this-person-nervous. Next their faces shut down to a polite smile topped with worried, scornful eyes. They’ve come to their conclusion: you’re crazy. You’re just another loony-tune caught up in your own little world, and their little world does not have to deal with your little world.

‘What about you?’

I smiled, and laughed a little, ‘I love my friends and having fun.’

Understatement of my life

-Meghan