The way I see it, you have two times a year where you can go to settings. You can go through all the options, change a few things to make everything more clean and comfortable in your own brain and in your looks. You can completely erase it and start over if you so like. Be someone else. Bury the person you used to be.
This generally doesn’t work out for more than a couple of days or weeks, if you aren’t hell of a stubborn one, and then we go back to be the same ones as always, maybe a little more boring or careless than we wished we would be. I mean, we aren’t a data system. We are fuck ups. We break with a single touch sometimes. Most of us need a day of or a really lovely and caring hug. Man, now I started to feel lonely. Can someone please give me love?
Anyways, these two special occasions are located at New Year’s Eve in December and then the school start in the late summer. So it means one of them passed today. For me, at least. But I suspect that my school actually have more days in school than others. Unfair.
To get back on trail, I wanted to talk to you about this morning. I got up almost too late to get to first class in time, and the whole hour from when I stepped out of my bed to when I entered the school building, my head was filled with chaos. There are about 24 people in my class, so I knew everyone wasn’t going to be exactly who they were when they left school.
How would everyone look? How would everyone be? Had someone switched their style? (My school has an awful lack of interesting styles. It’s a shame, really.) Were the old popularity system still going? What had happened to everyone these two and a half month? Had someone broken up? Got together? Lost their virginity? Been in an accident? (I myself had did three of those things. Feel free to guess which ones.)
Turns out, there wasn’t much different at all. The boys had gotten even taller. Someone had changed class to ours (she seemed nice). A boy I have been in class with for over eight years had quit. No one even knew before the school started.
But on the big whole thing, not so much difference. I don’t know if it made me relieved or disappointed. Maybe both. Sometimes I wish humanity weren’t trapped under norms. Can’t everyone take a frickin’ spaceship and shoot them selves out of the box?
Sorry, I need chocolate.
Bye for now.