The Life And Times Of A Bucket - A Think Piece, chapter 1
I once read a quote that said: Life's like a bucket.
At first I was totally confused, thinking, "What the hell?" But afterwards I thought about it, and I guess that person would be right...life is like a bucket.
It can be full of interesting, good surprises (like doughnuts) or terrible, miserable things....like your dad dieing. Imagine what life would be like if your dad left, or died. Who would teach you how to ride a bike 'like a man'? Who would dance with you at the Valinetines Day Dance when they announced the father/daughter special? And...who would eventually give you away on your wedding day?
These types of questions are what I often ponder while crying myself to sleep late at night. My dad left when I was 5, and I barely got to know him...these autobiographies belong in the Shitty Life Confessions part of that bucket.
This true life story doesn't have any plot to it, or anybody meeting Green Day; this story is about a random someone you've never met before, and you don't even care about.
This is the diary, per say, of a troubled soul that is sometimes shielded by humor, and a happy-go-lucky outlook on life.
Well, I hate to break it to myself, but it's just not true. If someone saw me on the street, they would probably think I was a cheerful person who always made other people feel better. Well, that is true, but who do I complain to about my thoughts, feelings?
I guess all I will do is post this non-fictional piece of work and hope someone will listen...I won't kill myself if no one reads this....all I can do is hope someone's too bored to do anything except read this.
A quote until next time: "Life is like a bucket....always empty....until someone does something about it."
At first I was totally confused, thinking, "What the hell?" But afterwards I thought about it, and I guess that person would be right...life is like a bucket.
It can be full of interesting, good surprises (like doughnuts) or terrible, miserable things....like your dad dieing. Imagine what life would be like if your dad left, or died. Who would teach you how to ride a bike 'like a man'? Who would dance with you at the Valinetines Day Dance when they announced the father/daughter special? And...who would eventually give you away on your wedding day?
These types of questions are what I often ponder while crying myself to sleep late at night. My dad left when I was 5, and I barely got to know him...these autobiographies belong in the Shitty Life Confessions part of that bucket.
This true life story doesn't have any plot to it, or anybody meeting Green Day; this story is about a random someone you've never met before, and you don't even care about.
This is the diary, per say, of a troubled soul that is sometimes shielded by humor, and a happy-go-lucky outlook on life.
Well, I hate to break it to myself, but it's just not true. If someone saw me on the street, they would probably think I was a cheerful person who always made other people feel better. Well, that is true, but who do I complain to about my thoughts, feelings?
I guess all I will do is post this non-fictional piece of work and hope someone will listen...I won't kill myself if no one reads this....all I can do is hope someone's too bored to do anything except read this.
A quote until next time: "Life is like a bucket....always empty....until someone does something about it."
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