UnfinishedA Story by DownTheDrainThe weather's
been getting cold lately; unseasonably cold, even. Its kind of at that apex of
not-quite-autumn, not-quite-winter. I usually put on a sweater when I wake up.
But by the time I walk out the door I don't want to wear it anymore. It isn't
so much that I'm hot or cold, rather I just like doing something. Its about a
quarter past eleven. I'm not a very interesting person. Weather is not very interesting
either. It's obvious, concrete, noncontroversial. Anybody can talk about the
weather. I like to talk about the weather. Its one of the few things that
doesn't really ruffle any feathers, I suppose. I like to think that I'm the
same way. You know,"Take me as I am", "What you see is what you
get." I'm usually pretty open about my personal life- if you can call it
that. I don't keep secrets. A lot of people sure seem to, but I don't. It's a
problem that is distinctly human. I sincerely doubt that small animals are
forced to deal with the same liars and general deceivers as we. I'm not totally sure what brand of
satisfaction we enjoy through knowing things that others do not, but it's
definitely there. I know that you can feel it all around you; the sheer pulse
of an infinite number of things which you will never know, and still beyond
that: a thousand more. No matter what I may have gone
through, I am still a simple person. At points in the past, I led a normal
life. I was a portrait of a then-was "American Dream." An American
Dream characterized by the hopes of millions referring not to the dreams of Americans,
but the the very dream that is America. This notion ran strong, but now,
at least in my opinion, it is rapidly fading. My thought process on this matter
may be skewed, however. Now, at this point, you are most definitely asking
yourself, "Why? Why is his opinion skewed?" The answer is elementary:
Because I no longer live this so-called "dream." Far from it, in
fact. In truth... my life may not be as normal as it once was. It has devolved
into a quite unenviable shell of memories and used-to-be. © 2010 DownTheDrainAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 15, 2010 Last Updated on April 15, 2010 AuthorDownTheDrainWhittier, CAAboutMy name's Vinny. I'm a 17 year old high school senior. I plan on studying Creative Writing and English Literature in college. more..Writing
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