If there’s one thing I don’t quite understand about this life, is why must it be this way? I mean, we have to deal with some things in life and we cannot easily allow them to be what they want to be, at least I don’t think that’s how it works. If it did? Then everything would be fine, we could continue on about whatever we wanted to do and there would be no harm or foul. That’s the problem with this life though. Nothing ever fully makes sense at times and we are left holding the problem end of the cord. There are times when life will come clean with us, we don’t always get that kind of protection mind you. So what do we end up doing? Do we want to keep thinking and going on about whatever there is to go on about? I’m not sure that’s a safe course of action. Hell, what is safe anymore? I do not know. What I do know is life will continue to be the way it’s meant to be. There’s no stopping it. No matter what happens in this life, we will always be stuck with whatever we’re meant to be st...
Once upon a time, there was a man who lived behind a curtain.
It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, he just didn't want to be seen by anyone.
George was his name, and he didn't have any friends. So no one wanted to see him to begin with. However, George didn't know this.
It wasn't that he hated people, he just disliked them. A lot.
One day, as George was going about his daily routine which consisted of looking out the window of his small one bedroom apartment, George noticed a piece of paper on the ground outside.
Outside. George panicked. He wanted desperately to find out what the piece of paper said, but wasn't sure he wanted to actually go outside.
It was a simple yes/no option. Would he go outside or not?
Putting on his coat, George headed towards the door.
Taking a step outside, he looked around. No one seemed to notice him. That was good enough.
George walked out into the middle of the street and picked up the piece of paper. It read:
That wasn't so bad now was it? Next time, say hi to someone.
George ran back inside and locked his door. He was in a panic. Not knowing if he would ever step outside again, George braced himself for the worst. If he had to, he would die alone in his apartment.
The End
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