Lifes Wonderwall Ch 02

***Part 2. With more to come as time goes by. Thank you, and please comment/vote. ~ Floater_320***

God dammit!

You know what pisses me off right now? Life.

When you're born, no one gives you a "how to" manual. Nobody warns you how frustrating and absurd some things in life are. High on that list right now is people.

Let's be realistic. 70% of the people you see in life are complete strangers. You'll see them passing by on the street, driving around in their cars to god knows where, or sitting and standing around in various shops and places.

At first glance, do any of them give a crap about you? No. Should we expect to? Not really.

It's very hypocritical of us to promote reaching out and helping each other through this difficult world. This principle is at the core of nearly every religion. And a lot of people out there follow some kind of religion.

But do we really do that? Do you walk down a random street, spot a homeless man, and toss some coin his way? No. And I'm sure we all have our reasons. It's not we have to or anything.

But I'm sick and tired of being told that it's every man for himself, but we should help each other. Which is it?

Life is the world's hardest puzzle to solve. You get frustrated with it. You get stubborn and refuse help. You eventually give up, crumble it up into a ball, and throw at the wall in a fit.

But that doesn't help us, now does it? We all know that eventually we have to get off our asses, walk over, pick it back up, and try again.

When I look back on how I was in my childhood and early teens, I realize that life was a lot less complicated then. No responsibilities, no appointments, jobs, or worries.

Does anyone remember back when they were at that age when you thought money came from mom and dad? When you had no idea what politics was, or why everyone gathered around the television to watch two guys talking? When you wondered why your mom or dad sat at the table, scratching pieces of paper with a pen for a couple of hours?

Does anyone remember back when you were a kid, and you didn't know about all the things in life that we would have to deal with? When you could just laugh and play, and watch tv, and just enjoy yourself? Do you ever look back and wonder?

I miss those days.

It's hard sometimes to look back on those days, and decide if they were days of happiness or blissful ignorance. Or maybe both. I don't know anymore. I can't really decide.

Maybe I'm reaching out to the wrong audience? I wouldn't say I had a bad childhood, but growing up, something were harder for me and my brothers than it was for other kids. My parents divorced when I was three. I was the middle child back then, and the only bright blonde haired one at that. Shortly after the split, it became apparent that my father was gay. I didn't learn this til I was ten, and when I look back, it made all too much sense. I mean, it must be pretty obvious when you visit your dad's house on the weekends, and on the ride there he's blasting Madonna and Whitney Houston. That always makes me and my brothers laugh. It was and is not a big deal to us. Just one of those things in life we dealt with. We still love our dad.

Back to the matter at hand. I'll might tell you more about my mom next time, but let's get back to before this little tangent on my life's story, shall we?

I think I can look back on my childhood and say with an honest face that it wasn't all that bad. It's a lot harder now, what with adulthood and everything. But I'm a man, and I'll just deal with it.

But you know what? I wouldn't mind going back in time to when I was little. To be honest, my childhood wasn't all that long ago, and I want to see what I was like. I know i should have an idea based memory, but I want to see myself from an observer's point of view, you know? I wonder if everyone else feels the same way?

It's impossible to say where I stand on my love/hate relationship with people. I'm still young, so it'll be awhile before I, or anyone else, can answer this.

I'm still a bit pissed about not receiving any warning about life. But when you think about it, did anyone before us get any warning either? Probably not. So I guess that makes it about even.

I should keep this little fact in mind for the future. It is every man and woman for themselves, but at the same time, it wouldn't hurt to help every now and then.

With this in mind, I take my leave for the time being, and continue to live my life.

To our past, let us take a bow. To our futures, let us say cheers. And as for today, let us smile.