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[September 10] {Original} Simple Pleasures
Title: Simple Pleasures
Day/ Theme: September 10/ running barefoot through the grass
Series: Original
Characters: Original
Rating: PG-13
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You know, there's nothing quite like walking on wet grass. I mean, sure some people don't like it, but - screw them. I like it and to hell with "proper decorum" and shit. I like how it tickles the soles of my feet. I didn't know they were soft enough to feel the cold grass brushing them but it's not an unpleasent sensation, so I like it. I mean, how can you not? When the grass is this wet, it means that hardly anybody is up so - so who the hell cares, huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm a spoiled, rich brat and they aren't supposed to do things like this but, you know what? Fuck them all. I'll do what I want to do.
God, it's such a nice morning - the kind when you know the trees are breathing this in, too, you know? No, I'm not crazy, by the way, just in case that has any relevence to your thoughts. I missed this when I stayed in New York. It really is the city that never sleeps but, there's nothing but noise, noise and more noise and it makes my ears bleed so much sometimes. I'm glad I don't live there. It's a great place to visit but it's too easy to forget that you exist there. Now, see, here - here is where everything slows down for a bit and maybe you can relax for a few seconds. I'm probably gonna get grass stains all over this shirt but I have like a million lying around in my room - that is if that annoying maid hasn't gotten to them yet.
Ever wake up to one of those days where it feels like it's all too much? You must have - everyone gets those feelings once in a while - and let me tell you, it's a whole lot suckier when those feelings just crash down on you day after day after day. That's why I take a walk in the grass, see? Barefoot is the best because now I can walk around the house and get dirt all over the place. Good thing my parents aren't here and the maids won't say a word about it. Maybe I'm more of a brat than I though. Ah, well, I can't bring myself to care so much anymore. Hey, if you're going to have multi-billionaires for parents, you might as well use it to your advantage, right? I'm right. I always am because there's no one to say I'm wrong. God, no wonder I hate being right.
It really is a pleasant morning. I like mornings the best because they're just so quite and peaceful and it feels like if time could stop, it would stop right know. Because no one's up and you're sure you're the only one left in the world. I hate it. Kind of. Not enough to give up my early morning, barefoot treks through the wet grass. Nothing in the world can make me give that up. Nothing. Not even all the money in the world.
I hate money. I hate what it does to people. It's a strange kind of obsession - just little bits of green paper with fancy printing all over them, you know? Probably don't. Probably think I'm weird. Why can't people be obsessed with other green things... like grass. The grass is always greener on the other side. I wonder if that's a true phrase, 'coz from where I'm standing, the grass looks pretty green to me. But, then again, that's just me and people have been telling me I'm strange - different, unique, all that other shit - since I was born. All those words that used to mean something good but people forget too easily.
I wonder if I'll ever forget. Maybe one day, I'll wake up and forget how good it feels to run barefoot through dewy grass. I hope that never happens because - because I just don't want it to. What happens to people who have amnesia? Do they have any old feelings that still cling to them or is that it? What if, one day, you wake up and you can't remember who you are? What if one day, I wake up and look outside and just see wet grass? God that scares me.
I don't want to be like my parents. I don't think any child wants to be exactly like their parents because, when you look at them, you see all the ways they screwed you up. I'm also told I'm a pessimist, in case you haven't figured that out yet. I sincerely hope I'm insulting your intelligence.
But the truth isn't always so bright. It's sad when you realize you hate your parents; it's depressing when you realize that you don't have respect for them anymore. But the worst thing is realizing you just don't care enough to form an opinion. That - that is truly terrifying.
I'm a very opinionated person. At least I think so. I have opinions on lots of things. Like how coffee is best right when you've woken up and not just in the middle of the day. That just destroys the point of coffee. I drink lots of coffee. More than I should, but there are lots of things I have left to do. Like that stock analysis that's due in twenty five minutes. Is it really worth it? I probably should... probably... when I find out I care enough and even then I might not because it's not like someone's going to scold me for it. I'll do it because I should, but that's all.
I liked it out here, though. But there really is no way to transcend time, is there? I'll some back tomorrow. I always do.
Day/ Theme: September 10/ running barefoot through the grass
Series: Original
Characters: Original
Rating: PG-13
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
You know, there's nothing quite like walking on wet grass. I mean, sure some people don't like it, but - screw them. I like it and to hell with "proper decorum" and shit. I like how it tickles the soles of my feet. I didn't know they were soft enough to feel the cold grass brushing them but it's not an unpleasent sensation, so I like it. I mean, how can you not? When the grass is this wet, it means that hardly anybody is up so - so who the hell cares, huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm a spoiled, rich brat and they aren't supposed to do things like this but, you know what? Fuck them all. I'll do what I want to do.
God, it's such a nice morning - the kind when you know the trees are breathing this in, too, you know? No, I'm not crazy, by the way, just in case that has any relevence to your thoughts. I missed this when I stayed in New York. It really is the city that never sleeps but, there's nothing but noise, noise and more noise and it makes my ears bleed so much sometimes. I'm glad I don't live there. It's a great place to visit but it's too easy to forget that you exist there. Now, see, here - here is where everything slows down for a bit and maybe you can relax for a few seconds. I'm probably gonna get grass stains all over this shirt but I have like a million lying around in my room - that is if that annoying maid hasn't gotten to them yet.
Ever wake up to one of those days where it feels like it's all too much? You must have - everyone gets those feelings once in a while - and let me tell you, it's a whole lot suckier when those feelings just crash down on you day after day after day. That's why I take a walk in the grass, see? Barefoot is the best because now I can walk around the house and get dirt all over the place. Good thing my parents aren't here and the maids won't say a word about it. Maybe I'm more of a brat than I though. Ah, well, I can't bring myself to care so much anymore. Hey, if you're going to have multi-billionaires for parents, you might as well use it to your advantage, right? I'm right. I always am because there's no one to say I'm wrong. God, no wonder I hate being right.
It really is a pleasant morning. I like mornings the best because they're just so quite and peaceful and it feels like if time could stop, it would stop right know. Because no one's up and you're sure you're the only one left in the world. I hate it. Kind of. Not enough to give up my early morning, barefoot treks through the wet grass. Nothing in the world can make me give that up. Nothing. Not even all the money in the world.
I hate money. I hate what it does to people. It's a strange kind of obsession - just little bits of green paper with fancy printing all over them, you know? Probably don't. Probably think I'm weird. Why can't people be obsessed with other green things... like grass. The grass is always greener on the other side. I wonder if that's a true phrase, 'coz from where I'm standing, the grass looks pretty green to me. But, then again, that's just me and people have been telling me I'm strange - different, unique, all that other shit - since I was born. All those words that used to mean something good but people forget too easily.
I wonder if I'll ever forget. Maybe one day, I'll wake up and forget how good it feels to run barefoot through dewy grass. I hope that never happens because - because I just don't want it to. What happens to people who have amnesia? Do they have any old feelings that still cling to them or is that it? What if, one day, you wake up and you can't remember who you are? What if one day, I wake up and look outside and just see wet grass? God that scares me.
I don't want to be like my parents. I don't think any child wants to be exactly like their parents because, when you look at them, you see all the ways they screwed you up. I'm also told I'm a pessimist, in case you haven't figured that out yet. I sincerely hope I'm insulting your intelligence.
But the truth isn't always so bright. It's sad when you realize you hate your parents; it's depressing when you realize that you don't have respect for them anymore. But the worst thing is realizing you just don't care enough to form an opinion. That - that is truly terrifying.
I'm a very opinionated person. At least I think so. I have opinions on lots of things. Like how coffee is best right when you've woken up and not just in the middle of the day. That just destroys the point of coffee. I drink lots of coffee. More than I should, but there are lots of things I have left to do. Like that stock analysis that's due in twenty five minutes. Is it really worth it? I probably should... probably... when I find out I care enough and even then I might not because it's not like someone's going to scold me for it. I'll do it because I should, but that's all.
I liked it out here, though. But there really is no way to transcend time, is there? I'll some back tomorrow. I always do.