Infinite

Dig Ponary is a observant Junior in Oregon at her best years. Clung to the word 'Infinite' and a websurfing addiction, she finds herself between ozone and sky.

    Some people just fall in love with words. The feeling so similar almost exact as the emotion that washes over you when you know who you will be with for the rest of your life. Except...words. Like a word is something you will live with for the rest of your life and will just absorb into you so tight as you embrace it. The one Dig Ponary, myself, came to love is simple, but has a meaning so big it is never ending. You can't escape it; you can't fight. A word to define myself as odd as it seems. I am 'infinite'. Somehow when falling in love with a word it can make you love everything. The sky of blue and green that overlays the land of green and yellow that is always there for the people who drag by, but oh, they never fall. As high as they tread, this is a small town and they won't get far before someone calls them back home. As much of a dump this place can be, it's inescapable because it's full of LSD and Marijuana, people who don't brush their hair because they sold the brush for a sniff and snort, people who push others into lockers, and people who get pushed, but everyone knows there's always a bright peak of light between the buildings. There's always a mat at a house, and a hand waving by. No where else is there more of a home than Oregon.

   High-school is tough. Everyone has a clique, whether they believe it or not. The teachers always prefer the jocks and basketball players over the other students. They pick on them  to answer when everyone else raises their hand, even if they raised their hand slowly. The athletes get a lot of one on one time and the plain students more than half the time get ignored. Basketball player guys tend to be best buddies with the football players. All of them are loud and tall and talk to each other during class. It's really rare for there to be a silent jock. Then we do have our half of natural borne sorority girls, but it's not like in the shows. They don't usually do cheerleading. They value freelance shopping and petty talk far too much. In fact, a large amount of them have been suspended multiple times or have never gotten higher than a 70 on a test before. They aren't too smart when to comes to school subjects, but get them started on your green corduroy cardigan from goodwill and you will almost have a profound respect for them. And that is pretty much the snare for their 'geeks to sheeks'. Take this as a warning: You are never going to be a person people look up to if you are busy looking up and down; letting someone else make the choices. As many quotes as you can find online, fashion articles you can stare at in magazines, and seemingly well-off girls you can chase to be like, you will never find the best version of 'you' staring at someone else. Unfortunately most girls are already too far off in Salvation Land to be saved. Go figure, right?

    There are more typical cliques and groups, and as much as someone might seem to not be in a clique they have likely mentally grouped themselves with other people like them and distanced themselves as far from people different from them as possible. Though..I could say most of the people here have common ground with weed, hipster spunk, hairstyles, and/or a outrageous love for partying, while maintaining surprisingly outstanding academics. Here you can tell people will even impress themselves with how well they do on or off drugs. I don't do the crazy lifestyle much though. I guess I'm that fraction of hipster haters this school has, except unlike most of them, I like everything about life. I just don't fancy the people, that's all. It's like this quote I recall hearing once, "Life is easy. It's people who make it difficult." But then, it's never so bad even with people because like I said before, there is always a peak of light in this town. 

   The area is pretty suburban and yet city-like. It's bright and somewhat naturalistic, but smoke-filled and you can't possibly see stars beyond the neon lights at night. Around every corner is a bar and a coffeehouse. In every coffeehouse and bar is a indie band, poet, and druggie. Each person is a story, and each story has a surprise and a nostalgia. Of course, that doesn't only describe the people in the bars and coffeehouses. That's how it is for everyone, maybe even everyone around the world. We all have stories and inside is some secrets, surprises, envies, and nostalgia. Even after we walk off earth, our stories are infinite. It's almost tragic when you want to erase yourself, everything you stand for, and everything you are, but even when you no longer exist it all stays there. Drifting around town. But if you didn't exist and none of it came about, that would be one less hip person.

Author's Note

I must admit, I was so greatly inspired by a game called Life Is Strange. The game was based on a college girl in Portland, Orgeon who gets the ability to time travel after seeing an old friend shot. The whole story of the game is her going through college with her stoner friend and rewinding time to fix social mishaps, and bring her friend back to life many times. I recommend the game to many people.