‘Confessions of a Jail Bird ‘
Preface
Essentially, your family is there to guide you along your own journey of life - but what do you do when instead of guiding, they prevent you from doing things? Whether that is because of morals they instilled or physically preventing you, what do you do? As long as you don’t get physically hurt, pregnant or dead, shouldn’t you do ‘adolescent’ things as many times as you can? No. Instead the alternative is to stay home, listen and write music, and do your homework. Well, I refuse. Tell me not to do something. I dare you.
My lesson: I’ll do it anyway.
No matter how much you care, nobody gives a shit. Maybe unintentional, but everyone is out to get their own. This is not a bad thing, but when you’re the person who is willing to do any and everything for significant others or friends, it becomes a problem. Instead, I hold no relationship and very few friendships, close. It’s much simpler this way and let’s be honest, you always respect the person who can be a bitch a hell of a lot more than you respect the ‘do everything’ friend.
My lesson: I’ll do what I want
I love school. I really do. It drives me up the wall alot of the time, but I thoroughly enjoy being educated and dispersing that knowledge onto those who will listen. Furthermore, it’s a great conversation starter when you can talk about books or articles you’ve recently read, or how Freud fucks with your head. Unfortunately, as of late, I don’t seem to have the same heart and soul into doing my schoolwork or even attending school. It says nothing of the material, but more of my total apathy towards the campus and all it stands for. I would much rather worry about going out and enjoying my life.
My lesson: Books don’t give you experience.
Ultimately, I’ve got alot of inner demons to battle to get through my days - if only because I wonder why it’s even a battle.
How about I just do what I want, with whomever I want, whenever I want to do it?
