Greetings all it is Melancholy Monday and I yet again am to tell you something you needn't know but like to read because you have a strange fetish for British writings.
Sleepy Sunday held an event I did not inform you all of. My dog ran away. I was not very broken up by this as we have only had him a short while and he was not the most pleasant dog to walk after a long day at school and a long walk home. None the less it was nice having him come up and sit with you on the couch when you were watching telly craving just a pat on the head while he laid himself on your lap.
So when I got home today from school and went to the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when he was sat on his bed. Well you would be wrong to imagine my surprise because I simply continued getting my drink and left, shutting the door behind me.
Now you might think that because he ran away and came back I would be a lot more loving and lenient with him when he tried to pull my arm off when I was walking him. I would sit with him for ages and stroke his belly enthusiastically.
No.
The strange thing was was the fact that I was unusually hostile to him. Every little tug of the leash he made during the walk I would be ever tempted to pull hard enough to snap his neck. I had to rein myself in and make sure I didn't do anything I would regret. For some reason just looking at him would bring me a feeling of disdain. Which is odd. Because people have to be stupid for me to look at them and me feel disdain.
Why this was I don't know. I have no reason to feel anything about the dog other than contentment. He is a nice dog most of the time if not a little young and I'm sure he will continue to make me chuckle and smile with his idiocy. So why today did I feel such hate?
When I contemplate on it I can say this has happened before with people. More often than not they have done nothing wrong and I have not actually said much too them. But one day I will feel utter hatred for them. I reassure myself and say this is normal for someone my age.
But even if it is normal. Should it really be allowed? What if another teenager acted on their emotions and regretted such?
- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.
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Well I'm pretty sure that dog will never run away again simply out of fear :P. I can't help but feel sorry for the poor mutt, and somehow it seems that you focused everything you felt was annoying at the mindless little dog, since you felt the urge to pull so hard it's neck would snap :P.. The thing is we are equipped with a brain that helps us with something like this, my instinct will get me to do some crazy shit sometimes, or have the urge to do something insane, where we unlike most animals are able to look back at our actions and realize what's wrong, but of course you are young and in a difficoult age, I think everyone who isn't a teenager is in no damn hurry to get back to become one.
ReplyDeleteGood read.
Well the good thing is I did none of the mean things to the dog.
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