Writing Glimpse into Deborah's adolescent mind.

[Lady Macaiodh]

[COLOR=darkblue][size=1]I wrote this when I was fifteen. Ah, how innocent and optimistic I was! Don't ask me why I decided to post it, but I want to know what everyone thinks about it. I have neither changed nor edited anything. The sentence at the beginning is the actual title. Vwallah.[/size]

written december, 1995. you could call this my cynical and arrogant side.

If success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed, as Ms. Dickinson claimed, I could exist simply on the nectar of my triumphs. They are, while few and far between, at least appreciated. By who or what, I do not know. Certainly no one I have encountered has seen me for what I am, which is... well, let's just say I don't know that either. At least I can say that the scant amount of my actual, unaided, pure successes has led me to encounter the one insurmountable truth in this life: all things are worthless, or perhaps exist to serve as obstacles which constantly block my straight and narrow path (ie. that future which I have chosen to grasp). It seems that I purposely choose the lifestyle of the most resistance in order to **** up my vitality even more than it already is.

Now I know I've probably given the impression that I have a negative outlook on life. On the contrary, it couldn't be more positive! How else could I have not committed suicide? I know my life sucks, but doesn't everybody's? My mission is to enjoy the enlightenment I have and continually receive, and not tell anybody else about it so I can laugh at them and at how pathetic they are and at how compared to them I'm in bliss. Sure. It's so fulfilling. Yeah, right.

Maybe I should use my superiority to better the world. Then we could all just get along (because who wouldn't listen to pure wisdom?). But, no, that would indicate that I actually care, when, in reality, I would thoroughly enjoy living on a space station with certain select few worthy persons while we bomb the earth and destroy all those who [i]aren't[/i] worthy. Then we could descend, have unbridled and passionate sex for awhile, and repopulate the planet with the perfect race of individuals who would never have to worry about taking any **** from anybody, because no one would ever give it to them for the rest of time. Except to spur mentally challenging heated discussions to keep us ruthless. Yeah, that would be alright. I think I could live with it. It's a distinct possibility.
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[Shy]

[size=1]Hm. I really like it. I haven't read anything of yours since that old Ghost World blog of yours, which I also enjoyed.

[b]"Maybe I should use my superiority to better the world."[/b] I love that line. You need to post more often.

-Shy[/size]

[Sara]

[size=1]Heh, I like this. Doesn't it bug you, though, to look at old things you've written? (I know it bugs me..)

It's...neat. Heh, it is.[/size]

[Lady Macaiodh]

[color=darkblue][size=1]Nah, I like it. It's nostalgic. I can remember the exact time frame and what I was doing when I wrote that (as well as any other old writing I come across). I was in Miss Hicks' typing class, and I was feeling very disillusioned. I also kind of wrote it for a guy...[/color][/size]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I believe this is the first piece of literature of yours I've read Deb...I like it. Mainly because I tend to agree with it...[/font][/color]