《Hypocrites》


 Their own world of make belief

    You can never really know how someone is feeling at any given moment. All you have to go off of is how you feel yourself and how you look when you feel that particular emotion. A happy face expressing a wonderful feeling whilst a sad face for a not so wonderful feeling... you get the point: it''s not so reliable. And be honest, for some of us, it''s all the same.


    Sometimes you don¡¯t even know how you feel, yourself. Especially during adolescence, when you don¡¯t even have good control of your emotions- It¡¯s a funny story, really. Has the thought ever scared you before? Not knowing how you feel? I, myself, have known this for awhile, perhaps around a millennium, so I can¡¯t say that¡¯s true about me anymore. I''ve given up trying to completely grasp the concept because the more I learned, I began to more and more understand more of what I didn''t understand. Answers prompted more questions. Time changes a man, or woman (I''ve been both during my many past existences). So indifference, the feeling of it obtaining no importance or impact therefore deserving zero intrigue or the absence of emotion is the closest to how I feel about the topic. Besides, after all these years, I''ve seen all there is to see, I doubt my day to day boredom will unlikely be cured for awhile. You know it the best, reader! If you picked up this book, you probably already had an inkling that people are predictable creatures. It¡¯s almost sad. About life, it''s all just a game. And if anyone ever told you that history rhymes, it really does. It might not always repeat line some like to claim, but it most definitely rhymes.


    Let¡¯s get back to what I was saying earlier though. The one about not knowing about how anyone feels for sure- Even if one were to try to not hold back and express themselves, there¡¯s a limit. Words themselves have s limit too. Sure people would have a better idea of how you feel at the moment but that¡¯s pretty much it. Along with every other language, English has its own flaws. It¡¯s also a very tiring thing to do. Not many would be able to pull it off. So why not just accept it?


    Because perfect people do not and will never exist, languages are and will continue to be flawed. Obviously if their creators are imperfect themselves, how would the product not be full of holes? It only makes sense that there¡¯d be a limit to how much you can express simply with words and expressions. You can''t the message you''re trying to tell to be perceived and conceived the way you expect them to. It''s the same concept with never knowing whether my blue is really the same blue you see. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    Now those who''ve seen me might be wondering why a ten year old little boy is thinking and writing such a thing. "Scandalous!", you might think. I like that word. But worry not, this is just my current appearance nowadays. It seems to be a requirement for me to exist. People, none the wiser about my condition, might come across me at night walking the streets alone might glance of me with questioning looks... ah but that''s another can of worms I''m only willing to open after some more time.


    I¡¯ll tell you this: you¡¯ll find yourself thinking about my words and its validity again. Mark my words. Don¡¯t be deceived by my naive looks. Also, on a side note, it really doesn''t matter who says my words anyway because it has its own sound reason and strong structure. I already partially explained my condition, but if you still refuse to believe, that is simply your limit and is the extent to which your mind can go. And although I may be stuck in the body of a little boy now, I¡¯ve been alive for much longer than I care to remember. I simply can¡¯t change in the moment because there are a couple of conditions that must be met for me to change. Also, my manual book disappeared. It was stolen from me! Nah, I probably just misplaced it. Would you like to help me? No? Well that''s too bad. I doubt you''d be any help anyway.


    You¡¯re free to believe what you see. Many people have done so in the past, and many will continue to do so in the future. Some people would break if they left their little box anyway. But let me let you in on a little secret: when frail people are afraid of something, the easiest thing for them to do is look away and forget. It''s the path of least resistance. Believing that it never existed, in otherwords cheating themselves out is what they do and it becomes out of habit. I believe for one, that because of this, humans are unfair creatures at times. Complaining about how much down on their luck they are when it¡¯s really their own fault for their problems. They''re the cause of their own misery! It¡¯s quite amusing. They look away. They simply look away. Because it''s too distressful- It¡¯s so much fun watching people chase their own tails. Sometimes it looks like they¡¯re doing it on purpose. It¡¯s quite delightful.


    So in this way, I suppose that I¡¯m not bored and I won''t be for awhile because people are intriguing -stupid- that way. For many centuries now, I¡¯ve watched humans. Through good and bad, people have continued to live on and procreate. People have only been able to survive for so long because of their ability to look awayfor so long so I suppose I should say ''good on you!'' and continue to watch you with mild interest. Go and continue to live in your world of make belief, and continue to look away.

 Personality Disorder

    Did I mention that I¡¯ve been stuck in the body of a ten year old for some centuries now? I need to say a couple things up front real quickly because it¡¯s bothering me for quite some time. The two most irritating things I¡¯ve learned about little children are that you really can¡¯t do anything on your own no matter what time period you live in and most people don¡¯t take you seriously. Don¡¯t get me wrong, once I get rid of this body I¡¯m not gonna have a new sort of respect for ten year olds ¡®cause I am not an ordinary ten year old in the first place. It''s simply inconvenient at the moment. I just wanted to say that the unfair height advantage and the weird credibility that all ¡®adults¡¯ seem to have are kill¡¯n me! I have centuries'' worth more knowledge then anyone and everyone I meet. But they never get off their high horse to stop to even think that they themselves might be wrong!


    Hey, I get it though. I don''t blame them (it''s just frustrating). It''s probably a bit freaky that a ten year old is walking around like an old aristocrat talking up a storm about things most adults don''t even care to know about to anyone who will listen.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    Once upon a time I was human too and I used to have the same problems and overall similar mentality. I wasn¡¯t always this perfect you know! I know, I know, it''s hard to believe. Yes, there was a time when I twidded my thumbs for hours trying how to figure out how to live properly in my society without having to work under another person¡­ great song by Sabrina Carpenter by the way, kind of catchy (if you don¡¯t get my reference too bad, you live under a rock. That¡¯s the correct lango right? It¡¯s constantly changing so it¡¯s a pain in the behind to keep up with).


    Even before I got stuck in the body of this puny child with annoyingly short legs though, I¡¯ve always had this feeling that people didn¡¯t interact with me the same way they did with others. I know now, that that''s because I never shrunk from the truth. I pretty much just blurted it out whenever I felt like it... it was one of my bad habits. I was aware of it, but I always found it funny that no one ever pointed it out to me themselves. I couldn''t have been that hard to talk to¡­ The truth hurts sometimes. But the truth needs to be told sometimes. But it hurts- I get it now¡­ but weren¡¯t humans the ones who came up with the saying: honesty is the best policy? I know I used to be one, but these humans are quite hypocrites. Color me amused!