Post by moonlightgranger on Nov 18, 2007 3:49:20 GMT -5
I wrote this a year back, it might seem childish, but please enjoy! Please comment!
A Wish In Life.
As we are Individual people, we have many wishes in life, and the human mind can’t once stop pondering. Wishes generates as fast as thoughts when the particular person is quite bored.Every moment the anxiety seems to multiply, and the desire seems more deadly every second.If we do stop the pondering It would be strange. There is no reason that I don’t wish too. All humans wish, no matter if there is a disability. A disability is not a disadvantage at all. It’s not quite a blocker of wishing either. Last Christmas I was yearning to go to Knots Barrie Farm. When oneself is bored oneself would start wishing. I was one bored out person or a person with nothing to do except sit around. There was not even a writing desire like always. I was quite surprised, because after all I am a writer. I would constantly be writing, and usually nothing could ever stop me, but unfortunately that Christmas there was. I didn’t understand what it was, but it was something big. It was obvious, because usually I seem to be a flow of words, and to stop me would be a bit of a challenge. It’s like stopping a mad and absurd bull dog from it’s rampaging. I was stuck at the seemingly gloomy home without any hope. All my friends were going somewhere. One friend went to her friends house everyday and had no time for me, because she was so busy flirting with him, and playing video games. I wanted a friend like that, so I could go over often and be less bored, but unfortunately I never had the fortune. To this very day, I still don’t, and sometimes wish for one. My other friend went to parties everyday, and it just seem party after party. I was jealous, because no one was about to invite a bookworm, and a smartly intelegent person who new all the answers to homework assignments,, which had a grade almost reaching a four , over! Yet, I longed so badly for one. Also her coming over to my house was also a challenge, because her mother had to work everyday. My Parents also refused to drive in to that part of town too often, because of the time to cover such a distance, and it’s not the safest. Yet, My other friend was always going to places, which her mother took her to. If she didn’t go anywhere, she didn’t want to do anything or go anywhere. My family refused to go anywhere fun, and they have a problem with expenses. They guarded there money as safely as a dragon would guard her eggs, and never uses it for entertainment. The real problem was not really that, however the true problem was the factor that they had to work everyday. Both my parents works, and so, I was left to guard myself. I only had the gym to go to.It was, however a last resort, like a place to go when every single plan had failed me. Truth is, I dislike excersising, and don’t like the gymnasium very much. It was a sad thought, and I couldn’t go without my dad. Thankfully my mobility teachers taught me how to get there. So, what to do but more writing? I had no excuse to write anything. I was not writing for school or any sites, so that resulted in the lack of a desire for writing. Thankfully that was solve by my friend. She soon introduced fanfiction.net to me. I started writing fics after that. Fics is a story based on a book, anime, television show, movie, or commic. Fan is one of the base words and fiction is the second. Together the meaning is Fan’s fiction or fiction of fans. I also had no one to speak to except my sister, and perhaps the wall, but that would be a bit strange. Wouldn’t it?All my friends were way too busy to talk on the phone, so that was a little boring to have no one to communicate with outside of my family . I didn’t really know how to use the computer, so going on the internet was a little hard. With some learning, and a introduction to proboards also resolved a lot. Thus, with My MoonGazer account, and My board Willow Grove, I was a little less bored. Unfortunately the Fanfictions and the proboards with the forums didn’t come to my knowledge until half a year later. It didn’t help my Christmas that year, but it sure did help last Christmas. It certainly caused amusement for me, and I couldn’t possibly be bored. Last Christmas was certainly a better one. Now, back to my Christmas before the last.After my break, when I was back at school, I was glad to return to my classes. My classmates and friends laughed, because I didn’t go anywhere, and had nothing to do. Everyone thought it was really quite funny for me to be shut at home guarding myself, when they buzzed around. Before I could returned, my time was spent being considerablly bored, and so I walked around and around my house. I fantasized I was walking in to some strange world, and I was to explore it. A boom, crash, or a soft tap would startlingly bring me back to my real reality. My reading was only occupying sometimes.
I had to be quite intelligent to be not bored. For a foolish person couldn’t be filled with fun.A fool could be filled by there share called fun, but in later years, fools will truly regret there fun. The intelligent, however will not. My sister was an excellent person to bother. There could nott be a person more fun to bug. The immature is often, the commical one, but the mature is the type you could respect. The more mature the person, the more respected they should stay. So my holidays were filled with insanity and bordum, which isn’t all that great. Oh, the time of sharing of our holidays did come, but I didn’t quite want to share. I wasn’t aware just how lucky I was then, though.
A Wish In Life.
As we are Individual people, we have many wishes in life, and the human mind can’t once stop pondering. Wishes generates as fast as thoughts when the particular person is quite bored.Every moment the anxiety seems to multiply, and the desire seems more deadly every second.If we do stop the pondering It would be strange. There is no reason that I don’t wish too. All humans wish, no matter if there is a disability. A disability is not a disadvantage at all. It’s not quite a blocker of wishing either. Last Christmas I was yearning to go to Knots Barrie Farm. When oneself is bored oneself would start wishing. I was one bored out person or a person with nothing to do except sit around. There was not even a writing desire like always. I was quite surprised, because after all I am a writer. I would constantly be writing, and usually nothing could ever stop me, but unfortunately that Christmas there was. I didn’t understand what it was, but it was something big. It was obvious, because usually I seem to be a flow of words, and to stop me would be a bit of a challenge. It’s like stopping a mad and absurd bull dog from it’s rampaging. I was stuck at the seemingly gloomy home without any hope. All my friends were going somewhere. One friend went to her friends house everyday and had no time for me, because she was so busy flirting with him, and playing video games. I wanted a friend like that, so I could go over often and be less bored, but unfortunately I never had the fortune. To this very day, I still don’t, and sometimes wish for one. My other friend went to parties everyday, and it just seem party after party. I was jealous, because no one was about to invite a bookworm, and a smartly intelegent person who new all the answers to homework assignments,, which had a grade almost reaching a four , over! Yet, I longed so badly for one. Also her coming over to my house was also a challenge, because her mother had to work everyday. My Parents also refused to drive in to that part of town too often, because of the time to cover such a distance, and it’s not the safest. Yet, My other friend was always going to places, which her mother took her to. If she didn’t go anywhere, she didn’t want to do anything or go anywhere. My family refused to go anywhere fun, and they have a problem with expenses. They guarded there money as safely as a dragon would guard her eggs, and never uses it for entertainment. The real problem was not really that, however the true problem was the factor that they had to work everyday. Both my parents works, and so, I was left to guard myself. I only had the gym to go to.It was, however a last resort, like a place to go when every single plan had failed me. Truth is, I dislike excersising, and don’t like the gymnasium very much. It was a sad thought, and I couldn’t go without my dad. Thankfully my mobility teachers taught me how to get there. So, what to do but more writing? I had no excuse to write anything. I was not writing for school or any sites, so that resulted in the lack of a desire for writing. Thankfully that was solve by my friend. She soon introduced fanfiction.net to me. I started writing fics after that. Fics is a story based on a book, anime, television show, movie, or commic. Fan is one of the base words and fiction is the second. Together the meaning is Fan’s fiction or fiction of fans. I also had no one to speak to except my sister, and perhaps the wall, but that would be a bit strange. Wouldn’t it?All my friends were way too busy to talk on the phone, so that was a little boring to have no one to communicate with outside of my family . I didn’t really know how to use the computer, so going on the internet was a little hard. With some learning, and a introduction to proboards also resolved a lot. Thus, with My MoonGazer account, and My board Willow Grove, I was a little less bored. Unfortunately the Fanfictions and the proboards with the forums didn’t come to my knowledge until half a year later. It didn’t help my Christmas that year, but it sure did help last Christmas. It certainly caused amusement for me, and I couldn’t possibly be bored. Last Christmas was certainly a better one. Now, back to my Christmas before the last.After my break, when I was back at school, I was glad to return to my classes. My classmates and friends laughed, because I didn’t go anywhere, and had nothing to do. Everyone thought it was really quite funny for me to be shut at home guarding myself, when they buzzed around. Before I could returned, my time was spent being considerablly bored, and so I walked around and around my house. I fantasized I was walking in to some strange world, and I was to explore it. A boom, crash, or a soft tap would startlingly bring me back to my real reality. My reading was only occupying sometimes.
I had to be quite intelligent to be not bored. For a foolish person couldn’t be filled with fun.A fool could be filled by there share called fun, but in later years, fools will truly regret there fun. The intelligent, however will not. My sister was an excellent person to bother. There could nott be a person more fun to bug. The immature is often, the commical one, but the mature is the type you could respect. The more mature the person, the more respected they should stay. So my holidays were filled with insanity and bordum, which isn’t all that great. Oh, the time of sharing of our holidays did come, but I didn’t quite want to share. I wasn’t aware just how lucky I was then, though.