Post by Harley Scarow on Apr 19, 2007 21:13:02 GMT -5
Episode 4: Righteous
We were currently in the lunchroom, and I’m kind of busy cracking jokes with my friends. Well, sometimes it can get a little out of hand, but I usually try to keep it at a limit. Like one time in my dream, a can fell down the subway tracks and hit somebody on the head, I laughed. Another time was when Ms. Kreider had this running gag of always tripping on air, which also gave me a chuckle. The last thing I remember so far that was worth a look at was when my friends and I had this little throwing-cereal-at-each-other competition during breakfast earlier today. It was stupid, but it made it funny. That’s because weirdness and stupidity make things in real life better, and I got a pretty good laugh out of it. We were throwing Cheerios around, and everybody was hit on the face by the little pellets at least once. How we had so many boxes to throw around was a question to ask, but for now, I was happy I could enjoy their company in the morning. The tests are about to come soon, and that’s gonna kill all of the fun soon. Whatever, I still have this book I’m writing to work on, but I still need to get all of those Cheerios out of my clothes now.
Maybe it’s because we were throwing Cheerios around, and I tend to always say “Cheerio!” whenever I put on my British accent. It’s all for fun, though. It’s all for myself, yet it touches everybody else. Who cares? Stupidity goes a long way, especially when you’re not trying to make it happen. Then again, anything you do that you yourself are idiotic can turn to be the work of a genius. Whether the goal of a dream is to spread the word of laughter or anything else, following that light road you’re wishing to fulfill is the best one to take. It leads to happiness; it leads to what life wants you to follow. In reality, there’s no such thing as a stupid choice if every side of the story loves it in the end. If you love doing what you do, and everybody else likes you because of it, then why should you ever stop doing whatever it is? It is happiness, and it contributes, even if you don’t put any effort into it. It’s the meaning of life, to smile because you can, to spread the meaning of life in the form you think it really is. It’s what you believe in deep down inside, especially when everybody cares. It’s what all of us know, and we should accept.
Now what is it to begin with? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s contentment, to do whatever you want to do and know that somebody down the road appreciates it. It’s pleasure, to tell others how you feel honestly deep down in your own will and see mutual respect out of the words spoken from minimum effort. It is gladness, to drive away the anger everybody feels yesterday and push it down under the carpet, where it won’t ever hurt anybody else in the world ever. It’s cheerfulness, seeing others down in the dumps, and when you come over with these fusing words, they have a shining smile lit on their face like the sun that should always be here during the dawn of rising spring. It’s joy, the feeling we feel whenever we are nursed from our wounds, how we are healed by life’s containment, and how we can escape from it with all of the endeavors we put into our minds to help who we really want to help. It’s glee, to make this positive emotion burst from out of nowhere into the hearts of those you care about, even when they’re in a neutral state, in the average day, in the most normal time you could ever imagine them to be. It’s bliss, as much of a verse as the pink flowers growing outside, knowing the sunlight will rain down on top of them because it will, and will eventually burn them down to the ground; yet they know they will someday spring up again, just because nature intended life to be that way. It’s also delight, because all of those words you put little or a plethora of effort into will eventually pay off, once time passes, and you need your own words to contend yourself. Rather all of this gentleness you spray into other people’s life is more worthy than the first spoken reality you made to begin with, because what goes around comes around. As usual, this happiness you insert into other people’s minds—their lives, will eventually spark into the world you wish you would be able to form, the enlightenment I seek from the mirroring comments. Someday, it will become my reality.
Yet little effort means forced effort. It’s your daily attempt, to make others happy out of your own freedom, especially when you have nothing better to do. It requires you of all people in the entire crowd to try for once, taking that extra step to lead you to this tomorrow you want once again. It takes days, weeks, and months of life’s endeavor to be able to show your experiences to the world in a way everybody would understand these deep emotions, cry about them, and at the same time, laugh with you in unison with the crowd. It requires you to take a stab, and hit them right in the heart where it makes them laugh unforgettably, because everything that you tried to do all comes down to when their veins are filled with the delight your words, which managed to pierce into their life for long days of remembrances. You need to take a crack at it, knowing that whatever you say can fail to touch their hearts today and tomorrow, but might touch those you don’t even know positively for the better; you’ll soon make friends out of them, knowing this mislead effort turned out for the brighter side. You need to take a shot at it, because even if the end result hurts either way, you should already know that the most painful experience you can get from worked effort is knowing you could have done it before, but passing the opportunity to show it to the world; then again, even if it’s not as delightful as it should have been, those words can evolve to beautiful visions. It takes your own exertion, because nobody ever asked for you do tell them these jokes to begin with, and that you’re doing it out of your own whims, out of your own efforts, just to brighten up their days once more. It takes much of your own sweat, because effort can break your own mind, especially to those people out there whose hobby descends away from the true art of thinking. In the end, you have to do it on your own, live by your own beliefs, and know that everything you do takes effort, even if it’s by a little.
Oh wait, how rude of me. Did I introduce myself yet? My name is Ryan, and I attend class with many of my gentle friends in the Einstein program. We’re all kind of smart and stupid in our own way, even if some of us are stupider than others. Then again, like I said before, stupidity brims true knowledge, because those willing to take that different road can find the experiences those expected to take can never walk on. That little monologue I told you guys a little earlier must have been pretty tedious, now wasn’t it? Who cares? It’s supposed to be unfunny, yet I meant for it to be true. Knowledge can’t be conceited when it has no mind to go through; especially a withering one like mines. However, all of my classmates think I’m smart. Well, I think I’m smart to some limit. That’s because Lena told me once that a withering plant has the will to live even when it’s dead, meshed back down into the dirt. Eventually, it will sprout up into the lands once more better than it used to be. Sometimes, I think that’s what my brain is doing whenever it shuts down—it withers and sleeps its way back into the deep chasms of my cranium, to grow again in better shape. Everybody’s mind has their own ways of thinking, especially when you’re trying to put it all down in words, in ways of intelligent stupidity.
* * *
A huge explosion occurred from behind, hitting myself and everybody else around him. All of them were hit on their back and jumped up in pain. We all fell back onto the ground with a huge thump, all angered that their enemy would do this out of nowhere. Wow, this was really stupid, and I mean to the next level. Before we were even able to get back up, some more of the explosions hit us with a powerful blow and blew us up in midair. However, we all made it back onto our feet for some strange reason. It was the generic, stupid explosions ever existing.
“You want me to have a flashback of what happened thirteen seconds ago?” I asked.
“NO!” the others yelled.
“Okay then, let’s just take out these guys.”
We, or us, were Savio and Ali. We all pulled out a super-special-awesome cannon, and…
ZAP! The enemy disappeared! No, we didn’t vaporize him. Everythimg disappeared.
“Oh crud, we didn’t defeat the bad guy!” complained Savio, always refraining from cursing—even if it was an extremely low level one. “Oh well, we can come back next time and play.”
Oh, Savio was this Asian kid in my class who always looked like his eyes were closed.
“Well, I need to get going right now,” warned Ali, already leaving the room.
* * *
A little while later, we were at McDonalds. Most of the time, I didn’t want to go, but my mom said I should eat more cheeseburgers. It was part of my diet. If I didn’t eat any cheeseburgers, then maybe I’d end up looking like those weird skulls Lena has on her new black backpack. It was a weird fact to think about, considering how dangerously slim I am. When somebody looks at a skull another person wears around their neck, they think of Ryan—me. In general, a diet here at a fast food restaurant like McDonalds might make me a little fat. Then I won’t be all bones.
Taking out the book I’ve been writing for some time already, I continued going on with it, even when we were eating. Hey, it was better than doing nothing. Here’s what I wrote just now…
~ * ~
So then his head exploded and everybody cheered. He was the villain of the town, after all.
“Oh no!” yelled a civilian. “Crap! He’s getting back up!”
“Somebody help me!”Another civilian yelled.
“My baby! My baby!” a mother was worried about her four kids.
“I’m hungry!” yelled Barney the dinosaur.
The huge oversized monster got back up with a horrible vengeance and used his green bad breath to melt all the buildings in the city. It appeared as if everything was over, but then…
“SUPER-SPECIAL-AWESOME-CHOCOLATE-FUDGED-SUPER –ATTACK!” some weird guy yelled on the streets, hoping this rant would somehow destroy the evil creature. He jumped.
The monster destroyed the guy with a single blast, without any other form of mercy. Everybody in the city was worried that they would soon be vaporized by the monster’s cunning attack. In reality, the attack wasn’t even close to being cunning. The charging up and releasing took so long even a turtle could escape it. A very slow turtle is what I meant to say. A turtle so slow that its very presence could block the monster’s gruesome assault. A turtle so sluggish that everything around it would become slow as well is what I imagined it to be to begin with.
Well, there was no way something like that could exist, but there was me…
Before another building would hit the dust, I jumped in the way of one of the attacks, but it didn’t hit my real body since the blast hit a copy of me. It was a weird illusion I made out of nowhere so the fangirls would be attracted to the clone instead of the real thing. Now I knew it was time to take out the monster before anymore of this vicious harm could be brought to the city. I made more copies of myself, and all the fangirls below squealed to even hug the fake me. The monster was angered that the attention was driving away from him onto my natural charm to the girls.
“SLOW!” I said in slow-motion, in addition causing everything around to travel at half of their normal speed. Even the prepared blast and release took much longer than it should have.
Running onto the back of the monster, I took out my anachronistic sword and poked him in his butt cheek, causing the monster to yell in pain before he farted. All of the green gas inside of him was the material which made him big, like the way certain elements are to a balloon. The monster became nothing more than a purple action figure as compared to the frightening giant it was before. One of the kids on the streets picked up the little action figure. Considering it could no longer cause any harm, I walked away, with all of my fangirls holding my hands in the light.
“Oh no! I need those organs for blackmailing!” the monster screeched one last time.
On the same day, many more of those monsters attacked the city. Of course, with the help of me, myself, and I, I was able to take them out. Just kidding, my friends helped me along the way.
~ * ~
“Big explosion in the air!” I yelled in the McDonalds restaurant, causing a scene.
There was that strange silence in the air for a few seconds, before everyone resumed eating.
“You’re getting a little too much into that fanfic of yours,” smirked Ali. “Come on!”
“Yeah, eat already!” ordered Savio . “Oh my god, I can’t believe I ordered somebody.”
After we left, I continued writing this fanfiction stuff I was writing. It was just so exciting to see what was going to happen next. Normally, only a reader would say that, but I wanted to keep writing this. Being a somewhat stupid-genre writer, I specialized in stories involving stupidity and other weird things. Hey, maybe stupid should reside in a genre of its own! We were going to go to the movies soon, but I had more enjoyment writing my own movie—it gave a much stronger sense of accomplishment. Besides, I was doing it for fun—my own STUPID fun.
~ * ~
“Okay, so I saved all of you from those threats,” I declared. “Where’s my money?”
“Um, we’re background characters—we don’t have any money,” answered a civilian.
“Eh, who asked ya?”
A girl with pink-annoying stripes sucking on a lollipop with a nice body walked over to me in an obnoxious way. That’s all I had to say, and her pink bangs were pretty annoying as well.
“Hi, my name is Candy!”
“Go away,” I ordered.
“Hi, my name is Candy!”
“Do I care?”
“Hi, my name is Candy!”
“Um, I’m just gonna walk away now.”
Since this girl was weird, I started walking away from her. She followed me, even as I sped up and used my magically-appearing superpowers from whom I have for no reason to get away from the girl. However, she was able to speed up her feet as well, chasing after me like there was no way I could ever get away from the strange lady. If she had a crush on me, then she better know that I already have an off-screen girlfriend. Now if she doesn’t stop chasing after me, I’ll have to use my powers to make her blow-up! And by the way, what’s her name again?
“HI, MY NAME IS CANDY!” the nameless girl kept telling me this useless information, then began rudely doubleslaping me like there was no tomorrow.
“HI, MY NAME IS CANDY!”
However, I was able to dodge them because I was an emaciated dude, getting rid of all the attacks just by slipping out of the way. Clearly, she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
“Hi, my name is CANDY! Why won’t you tell me your name?”
“Oh, so Candy’s your name! I thought you didn’t count as a human being.”
We were currently in the lunchroom, and I’m kind of busy cracking jokes with my friends. Well, sometimes it can get a little out of hand, but I usually try to keep it at a limit. Like one time in my dream, a can fell down the subway tracks and hit somebody on the head, I laughed. Another time was when Ms. Kreider had this running gag of always tripping on air, which also gave me a chuckle. The last thing I remember so far that was worth a look at was when my friends and I had this little throwing-cereal-at-each-other competition during breakfast earlier today. It was stupid, but it made it funny. That’s because weirdness and stupidity make things in real life better, and I got a pretty good laugh out of it. We were throwing Cheerios around, and everybody was hit on the face by the little pellets at least once. How we had so many boxes to throw around was a question to ask, but for now, I was happy I could enjoy their company in the morning. The tests are about to come soon, and that’s gonna kill all of the fun soon. Whatever, I still have this book I’m writing to work on, but I still need to get all of those Cheerios out of my clothes now.
Maybe it’s because we were throwing Cheerios around, and I tend to always say “Cheerio!” whenever I put on my British accent. It’s all for fun, though. It’s all for myself, yet it touches everybody else. Who cares? Stupidity goes a long way, especially when you’re not trying to make it happen. Then again, anything you do that you yourself are idiotic can turn to be the work of a genius. Whether the goal of a dream is to spread the word of laughter or anything else, following that light road you’re wishing to fulfill is the best one to take. It leads to happiness; it leads to what life wants you to follow. In reality, there’s no such thing as a stupid choice if every side of the story loves it in the end. If you love doing what you do, and everybody else likes you because of it, then why should you ever stop doing whatever it is? It is happiness, and it contributes, even if you don’t put any effort into it. It’s the meaning of life, to smile because you can, to spread the meaning of life in the form you think it really is. It’s what you believe in deep down inside, especially when everybody cares. It’s what all of us know, and we should accept.
Now what is it to begin with? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s contentment, to do whatever you want to do and know that somebody down the road appreciates it. It’s pleasure, to tell others how you feel honestly deep down in your own will and see mutual respect out of the words spoken from minimum effort. It is gladness, to drive away the anger everybody feels yesterday and push it down under the carpet, where it won’t ever hurt anybody else in the world ever. It’s cheerfulness, seeing others down in the dumps, and when you come over with these fusing words, they have a shining smile lit on their face like the sun that should always be here during the dawn of rising spring. It’s joy, the feeling we feel whenever we are nursed from our wounds, how we are healed by life’s containment, and how we can escape from it with all of the endeavors we put into our minds to help who we really want to help. It’s glee, to make this positive emotion burst from out of nowhere into the hearts of those you care about, even when they’re in a neutral state, in the average day, in the most normal time you could ever imagine them to be. It’s bliss, as much of a verse as the pink flowers growing outside, knowing the sunlight will rain down on top of them because it will, and will eventually burn them down to the ground; yet they know they will someday spring up again, just because nature intended life to be that way. It’s also delight, because all of those words you put little or a plethora of effort into will eventually pay off, once time passes, and you need your own words to contend yourself. Rather all of this gentleness you spray into other people’s life is more worthy than the first spoken reality you made to begin with, because what goes around comes around. As usual, this happiness you insert into other people’s minds—their lives, will eventually spark into the world you wish you would be able to form, the enlightenment I seek from the mirroring comments. Someday, it will become my reality.
Yet little effort means forced effort. It’s your daily attempt, to make others happy out of your own freedom, especially when you have nothing better to do. It requires you of all people in the entire crowd to try for once, taking that extra step to lead you to this tomorrow you want once again. It takes days, weeks, and months of life’s endeavor to be able to show your experiences to the world in a way everybody would understand these deep emotions, cry about them, and at the same time, laugh with you in unison with the crowd. It requires you to take a stab, and hit them right in the heart where it makes them laugh unforgettably, because everything that you tried to do all comes down to when their veins are filled with the delight your words, which managed to pierce into their life for long days of remembrances. You need to take a crack at it, knowing that whatever you say can fail to touch their hearts today and tomorrow, but might touch those you don’t even know positively for the better; you’ll soon make friends out of them, knowing this mislead effort turned out for the brighter side. You need to take a shot at it, because even if the end result hurts either way, you should already know that the most painful experience you can get from worked effort is knowing you could have done it before, but passing the opportunity to show it to the world; then again, even if it’s not as delightful as it should have been, those words can evolve to beautiful visions. It takes your own exertion, because nobody ever asked for you do tell them these jokes to begin with, and that you’re doing it out of your own whims, out of your own efforts, just to brighten up their days once more. It takes much of your own sweat, because effort can break your own mind, especially to those people out there whose hobby descends away from the true art of thinking. In the end, you have to do it on your own, live by your own beliefs, and know that everything you do takes effort, even if it’s by a little.
Oh wait, how rude of me. Did I introduce myself yet? My name is Ryan, and I attend class with many of my gentle friends in the Einstein program. We’re all kind of smart and stupid in our own way, even if some of us are stupider than others. Then again, like I said before, stupidity brims true knowledge, because those willing to take that different road can find the experiences those expected to take can never walk on. That little monologue I told you guys a little earlier must have been pretty tedious, now wasn’t it? Who cares? It’s supposed to be unfunny, yet I meant for it to be true. Knowledge can’t be conceited when it has no mind to go through; especially a withering one like mines. However, all of my classmates think I’m smart. Well, I think I’m smart to some limit. That’s because Lena told me once that a withering plant has the will to live even when it’s dead, meshed back down into the dirt. Eventually, it will sprout up into the lands once more better than it used to be. Sometimes, I think that’s what my brain is doing whenever it shuts down—it withers and sleeps its way back into the deep chasms of my cranium, to grow again in better shape. Everybody’s mind has their own ways of thinking, especially when you’re trying to put it all down in words, in ways of intelligent stupidity.
* * *
A huge explosion occurred from behind, hitting myself and everybody else around him. All of them were hit on their back and jumped up in pain. We all fell back onto the ground with a huge thump, all angered that their enemy would do this out of nowhere. Wow, this was really stupid, and I mean to the next level. Before we were even able to get back up, some more of the explosions hit us with a powerful blow and blew us up in midair. However, we all made it back onto our feet for some strange reason. It was the generic, stupid explosions ever existing.
“You want me to have a flashback of what happened thirteen seconds ago?” I asked.
“NO!” the others yelled.
“Okay then, let’s just take out these guys.”
We, or us, were Savio and Ali. We all pulled out a super-special-awesome cannon, and…
ZAP! The enemy disappeared! No, we didn’t vaporize him. Everythimg disappeared.
“Oh crud, we didn’t defeat the bad guy!” complained Savio, always refraining from cursing—even if it was an extremely low level one. “Oh well, we can come back next time and play.”
Oh, Savio was this Asian kid in my class who always looked like his eyes were closed.
“Well, I need to get going right now,” warned Ali, already leaving the room.
* * *
A little while later, we were at McDonalds. Most of the time, I didn’t want to go, but my mom said I should eat more cheeseburgers. It was part of my diet. If I didn’t eat any cheeseburgers, then maybe I’d end up looking like those weird skulls Lena has on her new black backpack. It was a weird fact to think about, considering how dangerously slim I am. When somebody looks at a skull another person wears around their neck, they think of Ryan—me. In general, a diet here at a fast food restaurant like McDonalds might make me a little fat. Then I won’t be all bones.
Taking out the book I’ve been writing for some time already, I continued going on with it, even when we were eating. Hey, it was better than doing nothing. Here’s what I wrote just now…
~ * ~
So then his head exploded and everybody cheered. He was the villain of the town, after all.
“Oh no!” yelled a civilian. “Crap! He’s getting back up!”
“Somebody help me!”Another civilian yelled.
“My baby! My baby!” a mother was worried about her four kids.
“I’m hungry!” yelled Barney the dinosaur.
The huge oversized monster got back up with a horrible vengeance and used his green bad breath to melt all the buildings in the city. It appeared as if everything was over, but then…
“SUPER-SPECIAL-AWESOME-CHOCOLATE-FUDGED-SUPER –ATTACK!” some weird guy yelled on the streets, hoping this rant would somehow destroy the evil creature. He jumped.
The monster destroyed the guy with a single blast, without any other form of mercy. Everybody in the city was worried that they would soon be vaporized by the monster’s cunning attack. In reality, the attack wasn’t even close to being cunning. The charging up and releasing took so long even a turtle could escape it. A very slow turtle is what I meant to say. A turtle so slow that its very presence could block the monster’s gruesome assault. A turtle so sluggish that everything around it would become slow as well is what I imagined it to be to begin with.
Well, there was no way something like that could exist, but there was me…
Before another building would hit the dust, I jumped in the way of one of the attacks, but it didn’t hit my real body since the blast hit a copy of me. It was a weird illusion I made out of nowhere so the fangirls would be attracted to the clone instead of the real thing. Now I knew it was time to take out the monster before anymore of this vicious harm could be brought to the city. I made more copies of myself, and all the fangirls below squealed to even hug the fake me. The monster was angered that the attention was driving away from him onto my natural charm to the girls.
“SLOW!” I said in slow-motion, in addition causing everything around to travel at half of their normal speed. Even the prepared blast and release took much longer than it should have.
Running onto the back of the monster, I took out my anachronistic sword and poked him in his butt cheek, causing the monster to yell in pain before he farted. All of the green gas inside of him was the material which made him big, like the way certain elements are to a balloon. The monster became nothing more than a purple action figure as compared to the frightening giant it was before. One of the kids on the streets picked up the little action figure. Considering it could no longer cause any harm, I walked away, with all of my fangirls holding my hands in the light.
“Oh no! I need those organs for blackmailing!” the monster screeched one last time.
On the same day, many more of those monsters attacked the city. Of course, with the help of me, myself, and I, I was able to take them out. Just kidding, my friends helped me along the way.
~ * ~
“Big explosion in the air!” I yelled in the McDonalds restaurant, causing a scene.
There was that strange silence in the air for a few seconds, before everyone resumed eating.
“You’re getting a little too much into that fanfic of yours,” smirked Ali. “Come on!”
“Yeah, eat already!” ordered Savio . “Oh my god, I can’t believe I ordered somebody.”
After we left, I continued writing this fanfiction stuff I was writing. It was just so exciting to see what was going to happen next. Normally, only a reader would say that, but I wanted to keep writing this. Being a somewhat stupid-genre writer, I specialized in stories involving stupidity and other weird things. Hey, maybe stupid should reside in a genre of its own! We were going to go to the movies soon, but I had more enjoyment writing my own movie—it gave a much stronger sense of accomplishment. Besides, I was doing it for fun—my own STUPID fun.
~ * ~
“Okay, so I saved all of you from those threats,” I declared. “Where’s my money?”
“Um, we’re background characters—we don’t have any money,” answered a civilian.
“Eh, who asked ya?”
A girl with pink-annoying stripes sucking on a lollipop with a nice body walked over to me in an obnoxious way. That’s all I had to say, and her pink bangs were pretty annoying as well.
“Hi, my name is Candy!”
“Go away,” I ordered.
“Hi, my name is Candy!”
“Do I care?”
“Hi, my name is Candy!”
“Um, I’m just gonna walk away now.”
Since this girl was weird, I started walking away from her. She followed me, even as I sped up and used my magically-appearing superpowers from whom I have for no reason to get away from the girl. However, she was able to speed up her feet as well, chasing after me like there was no way I could ever get away from the strange lady. If she had a crush on me, then she better know that I already have an off-screen girlfriend. Now if she doesn’t stop chasing after me, I’ll have to use my powers to make her blow-up! And by the way, what’s her name again?
“HI, MY NAME IS CANDY!” the nameless girl kept telling me this useless information, then began rudely doubleslaping me like there was no tomorrow.
“HI, MY NAME IS CANDY!”
However, I was able to dodge them because I was an emaciated dude, getting rid of all the attacks just by slipping out of the way. Clearly, she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
“Hi, my name is CANDY! Why won’t you tell me your name?”
“Oh, so Candy’s your name! I thought you didn’t count as a human being.”
