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There is a school, somewhere. In it, people are separated based on characteristics and interests. You’ve never attended that school. But you’re sure it exists.
Sometimes, they overlap a bit. Some people from the artsy clique will occasionally be friends with the clique of people who wear freaky clothes. The clique of readers will sometimes be friendly with people in the writers clique. The reader clique will critique the writing clique’s work. Sometimes, it’ll also be critiqued by the clique of people that always criticize others.
The popular clique will stand alone. They always do. Some people try to follow them. But there is always a separation. You have to be born into that clan. There is no admission. If you leave, no re-admission. They all stick together, just like everyone else. They’ve always been just that. Just like everyone else. It’s just that one word – popular – that makes them in any way different. But just that. Never anything else.
The role-players clique is different every day. Sometimes, they’re elves. Sometimes, fairies. Sometimes, they decide to be humans, ready to save the world from evil. It all depends on where their imaginations take them. But no matter what, magic flows from that cafeteria table like spilled milk.
Then, you see the saddest clique of all. They have no name. They only have two things in common. They’re beautiful, and they’re unloved. I’m sure you will see them everywhere, in whatever school you attend. They’re beautiful, or in some cases handsome. Especially in spirit. You always will find yourself drawn to them. They’re attractive, in a sad way. Sorrow fills the air around them, and some just wonder, how could no one love these people? How is it even possible? All the same, you keep your silence. You don’t act. After all, why would you? No one else ever has. Someone else will help them, you think. It doesn’t have to be me.
There’s a clique similar to them. But they’re harder to recognize. They’re the ones that always look happy, even though they don’t have any friends. Sure, maybe they have a couple of friends. But it’s not like those friends even like them that much. That’s another thing this clique shares. They’re just undesirable. Maybe they mind, and are just very good actors. Maybe they don’t mind. Maybe they’re just used to not having any friends at all, and are grateful for what they have.
The actors are occasionally the loudest. Sometimes, it looks like they’re the most freakish of them all. But to others, they look like they’re having the most fun. Sometimes, they’ll stand on tables, shouting – no, projecting – about hearing faces and seeing voices. They laugh some. They cry some. They live some parts of everyone’s life. Every life in the entire world.
The singers hang out with them sometimes. After all, aren’t they so similar, acting and singing? They’re both projecting someone’s feelings in a form that everyone else can understand.
But, come on.
Everyone does that, don’t they? No matter who you are?
FN Pixie · Thu Mar 11, 2010 @ 01:44am · 0 Comments |
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