Fictional Pose
On College
Change is inevitable. Always. There are few things a person can count on in life-death, taxes, and change. Likes not the same from one day to the next whether it's the weather, how much jam is on your toast, or what you have for lunch. Nothing is the same as it was yester.
When a girl seems homely, she tend to melt into the woodwork, so to say. Not a great deal of people notice, and if they do, they pretend not to notice. She's not someone they'll invite to a party, but someone they'd count on when they need notes from the class they skipped while still in a druken stupor She gets to watch the world go by, when she gets a chance to sit.
She notices that strangers do not talk. At one time a simple, "Hello," was acceptable, but now, eye contact is avoided. Most people have cell phones or iPods or something of the sort glued to their ears in order to appear too busy to make conversation. She cannot say that she's not guilty of talking on her cell phone in a public place, but some people talk from class to class and place to place, never knowing what they're missing in a stranger's glance.
They sit alone or with an old high school buddy, afraid to venture, waiting for someone to talk to them. Though when someone moves toward them, their eyes dart as they look for an easy escape. No one takes any real risk in meeting new people (homely girl included). They all sit alone, talking to themselves, grinning at the thought of going "home" to see "old friends" to be comfortable again.
They all have a story. Why they're here. Why they're alone. But no one's daring to share. Homely Girl searches for life with her eyes. Never knowing when she'll find life in a new person.
She's finding that most are dead to their senses now. They hear watch other babble; they nod; they laugh. They lack true emotion or meaning. They're doing the socially acceptable trend of going through life without feeling a moment. Yet, they're searching for a feeling. They talk talk dirty. They hear and talk at the person sitting across from them. They offer an opinion, but they lack listening, empathy, or sympathy.
They want to grow up to be adults, but they lack the responsibility to do so. This they can only gain from experience and that can only be gained by pure stupidity.
Homely Girl continues her search for sensory in someone else. He gaze only met by blank stares. She's listening and hearing and over-joyed that she's different. She's one in the masses, but she's beyond normal stupidity. She's on to higher stupidity that leads to learning. Others may think she's different for sitting along, but she knows why she's there--alone with God and a pen.
When a girl seems homely, she tend to melt into the woodwork, so to say. Not a great deal of people notice, and if they do, they pretend not to notice. She's not someone they'll invite to a party, but someone they'd count on when they need notes from the class they skipped while still in a druken stupor She gets to watch the world go by, when she gets a chance to sit.
She notices that strangers do not talk. At one time a simple, "Hello," was acceptable, but now, eye contact is avoided. Most people have cell phones or iPods or something of the sort glued to their ears in order to appear too busy to make conversation. She cannot say that she's not guilty of talking on her cell phone in a public place, but some people talk from class to class and place to place, never knowing what they're missing in a stranger's glance.
They sit alone or with an old high school buddy, afraid to venture, waiting for someone to talk to them. Though when someone moves toward them, their eyes dart as they look for an easy escape. No one takes any real risk in meeting new people (homely girl included). They all sit alone, talking to themselves, grinning at the thought of going "home" to see "old friends" to be comfortable again.
They all have a story. Why they're here. Why they're alone. But no one's daring to share. Homely Girl searches for life with her eyes. Never knowing when she'll find life in a new person.
She's finding that most are dead to their senses now. They hear watch other babble; they nod; they laugh. They lack true emotion or meaning. They're doing the socially acceptable trend of going through life without feeling a moment. Yet, they're searching for a feeling. They talk talk dirty. They hear and talk at the person sitting across from them. They offer an opinion, but they lack listening, empathy, or sympathy.
They want to grow up to be adults, but they lack the responsibility to do so. This they can only gain from experience and that can only be gained by pure stupidity.
Homely Girl continues her search for sensory in someone else. He gaze only met by blank stares. She's listening and hearing and over-joyed that she's different. She's one in the masses, but she's beyond normal stupidity. She's on to higher stupidity that leads to learning. Others may think she's different for sitting along, but she knows why she's there--alone with God and a pen.
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