Almost anything. If one can create any sort of ridiculous thought it will somehow be found, manifested there.
One can have corruption among the women, some of whom just live to claw at other's backs. It makes me ashamed sometimes, because these women and I have almost to many things in common. We all detest the same people, but go to them willingly, offering them our meager minds, in exchange for thoughts about topics approved by the law. We all have a great passion for something, and we give it our blood, sweat, tears, and more often than not, all of our time. And above all, we are all women. What I cannot understand is why we sometimes claw.
One may find love there, as commonplace. It comes in wholly in the broadest range of forms. Many of us love things like the chocolate muffins to eat. We love our athletic coalitions, regardless of how terribly they may preform. That is one of the biggest loves there. Some love one of their acquaintances in only a way one may love one other. The some are odd about it, wobbling with two left feet, as they haven't had much practice. But we all love those we lunch with, those who cry and cheer for us. Those are the best.
Triumph is there too, always, everyday. The simple fact that we don't run out of that place screaming. Or that we don't shred someone to pieces and incinerate what is left is great. The decree seems to think so. But sometimes we trip up. We may go away for a while, but return, much happier and sometimes closer than before.
The most obvious is work. It is the sole purpose of the place. We go to work, so we will know how to work even harder later. But I really think that is a big lie. We aren't receiving any compensation for doing what we do. None for whom we tolerate with a plastic smile fused to our face. Not a penny for the overtime we invest in the place. Not for the stress we must have over small things that they just forget, not even taking account for it. Letting it slide away, into the dark, like daylight. I've never seen a dime shelled out to anyone.
It is quite a wonder really. It is high school. Anything exotic or new or exciting or hateful can be found there.
Friday, September 12, 2008
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