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[Dec. 1st, 2004|01:09 pm] |
1,2,3,4,5...
"r'member in 'little man tate' when the math magician says he counts everything?"
"what about it?"
"i think i do that. i mean, i am counting the railroad ties right now."
"oh."
"wanna a cigarette?"
"in a minute."
9,10,11,12,13...
"i can't believe all the kids at school that have to be inside right now. it is such a great day to be outside."
"i feel sorry for them."
"i don't. well, that's a lie. i do feel sorry for them...god, i hate that school. it doesn't teach you the right things. it teaches you to be a robot. study. take test. forget what you studied. and the cycle continues until you graduate. it is like they are saying, 'good job, you know how to study for a test. i hope you had fun when you weren't studying.' they aren't learning."
"exactly. it is walden two coming to life. we are products of our environment, and school is teaching us to be controlled and stupid. independent thought is a thing of the past. be good at sports and you can always succeed. its like, sometimes i think maslow was right, and i think school should be based on his hierarchy of needs--"
"maslow is..."
"sorry. well, maslow studied all these 'self actualized' people. albert einstein, abraham lincoln, etc, etc. and he came up with this pyramid type thing, the hierarchy of needs. the most basic is physiological needs, like food. and school satisfies that. i mean they have the cafeteria if you don't bring your own food. even if you don't have money, they have that thing where you don't have to pay for food. then there is safety needs. pretty self explanatory. i don't know if all the fire/tornado drills and all the signs that tell you what to do of a bomb threat make you feel safe or scare you more, but probably the former. next there is belonging needs. love you get from home and relationships and friends fall in this category. school definitely fills this need. school is designed to teach you social skills etc, etc. then, sorry this is so long winded, there is esteem. not satisfied. i mean i guess it is sometimes, but i never felt good about myself. kids made fun of me, and when i got a bad grade, i felt like shit. maybe i am a special case. and finally there are self actualization needs. schools, to some level, support all levels, except that one. and that is the most important one! that is the one with creative thought and independence and once it is reached then you can see beauty in everything. without meeting that need, school becomes a waste."
"it is like lola said, 'high school isn't made for intelligent people.'"
56,57,58,59,60...
"em, do you think trees have souls?"
"i think they do. i think everything has a soul."
"me too."
"i think in my next life, i would want to be a tree. and dance in the wind. grow tall and deep and spread my branches far and wide. and in the fall my leaves will change from vibrant green to sunshine orange and then red like fire and just as hypnotic, and finally gracefully falling to their resting place at my feet. and the spring will come and life renewed. flowers will bloom from my fingertips and the aroma will attract lovers to take cover in my shade. and life will be long and good and happy."
"but it would be quite sad to be a tree. you would have to watch humans cut down every last tree to make way for a super wal-mart or some such thing. and people, so called lovers, would be too busy buying things for said super wal-mart to stop and smell your blossoms, or sit under your shade. i wish the world wasn't going to hell, so that you could be that tree. or maybe you already were."
"perhaps."
99,100,101,102...
"i wonder where this trail leads to. let's follow it!" emily was beaming with excitement, and ambrose refused to let her down. he smiled and led the way through the overgrown path. both, ambrose and emily, eager to see what lay beyond the bend.
no sooner than they had started on the trail had it started to rain, lightly, almost like a mist, and it felt nice. relief from the sun's oppressive heat. ambrose was weary, he hated getting wet, but hated letting emily down more. (she told him that she was going to corrupt him, rid him of his neurotic tendencies). ambrose looked back at emily and she smiled. ambrose turned his head back in front of him and stopped dead in his tracks.
"what's wrong?"
ambrose had no words. he simply pointed up. emily shyly looked in the direction of ambrose's pointing and found that she was staring at a spider rebuilding its web. the simplicity and beauty of it struck them both with awe. the sun was shining through the trees and illuminated the web. ambrose wanted to make some sort of philosophical/poetic connection of the spider's struggle to make it's web to life, but for many minutes he was mute and stood staring at the web... |
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