I'm sick of all this anonymous crap, I'm revealing who I am

PSYCH!!!!

I've gotten interested in page views and I think titles play a big part in it.

If the topic is hats and your title is hats, you probably won't get many views, unless you have a pretty good reputation.

On the opposite side, an eye-catching title, like mine, will probably get more page views, at least I think.

So thanks for reading, and sorry for the disappointment.

Things I still hold grudges against:

This is just a cool pic I found, it has nothing to do with my writing.

• Myself for feeling guilty about not being guilty
• The paint that I touched that looked dry but was wet
• That guy on the bus in 5th grade that punched me in the throat
• the mailman for never delivering what I want him too
• The sign that says Lone Peak is world class
• the lady that so generously gives me parking tickets even when I'm not even parking in the parking lot
• Pretty much everything
• Me

Standing Tall

I'm not popular. I'm not even very creative. But this isn't about me. This is about everything. Anything. This is a chance for whatever I want to say, however I want to say it.

God created the world in seven days. It could take 7 seconds for mine to shatter. My life is like the world. Flat, easy going at times, then you have those monstrous mountains you have to go over maybe a bit to much.

There isn't a whole lot to say about me. A few extracurricular stuff, hangs out with friends, goes on dates, The usual. I am hard as granite, and breakable if you hit me in the right spot. I have been broken and betrayed, yet here I am.

Standing tall

Those around me? That's a different story. Everyone is trying to get prettier, smarter and more popular. But in the halls that's not what I see.  I'm not a pessimist. I'm the exact opposite. I don't look to see the people in the world, I look to see the grace in it. 

I like things that are real. And a depressing amount of people actually fit that description. 

I spend a lot of time exploring the world that I live in, rather than the people in it. And I'm not antisocial either. 

To the first grade me

 

 

Come back to me , my first grade self, and quickly.

 

I miss you.

 

"It's been a long day, from where we began, and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again".

 

Will I ever see you again? 

 

 Just take me for a few hours days. 

 

Can we go climb trees, spend every afternoon

 

doing flips on the trampoline.

 

 

 

When I come visit you, let's go on adventures in the backyard

 

that I could call mine then.

 

Let's be Indians.

 

Let's color a picture of what life should be.

 

Fun.

 

Every night when mom scrubbed you in the bathtub, she couldn't get the corners of your mouth to go anywhere but up.

 

Why am I not like that anymore?

 

What changed in me?



Last night I had a dream...

Last night I had a dream

 

That I was on a picnic blanket

 

watching clouds.

 

There was a fat guy, and a bear with a sword.

 

The fat dude was running from the bear.

 

And then it came to life.

 

I was that fat guy.

 

That bear knew how to run.

 

Luckily, with the experiences I have

 

in the mountains, I could climb pretty well.

 

I was running up Mt. Everest.

 

Wait!

 

A bear on Mt. Everest?!?

 

 

then I woke up.

 

 

 



HATS

We have our physical hats, then we have our mood ones.

What happens when we wear our I want to be alone hat to Prom?

The spiritual hat to the football game?

Our lazy hat to your brother's eagle project?

Disasters can happen. Your girlfriend or boyfriend break up with you. Everyone gets mad at you for not working hard.

What can we do to make sure this doesn't happen to us?

Because it happened to me(a very long time ago).