Your voice in my ear makes me feel so alone
Tonight I'm going to drive
The silver moon is shining bright
Over the interstate
God saying, "Hurry, don't be late."
Soon the sun will rise
That's when the romance dies.
I initially made this blog, not only because I've been meaning to do it for a while, but out of boredom as I wait for my brother to get here from New Jersey because I haven't seen him for any more than a few hours ever since he left in August. I want to keep up with this blog; to have my thoughts written out to look back on, and maybe I will, but chances are there will be points in time where I don't keep it updated. I'm not promising that it will be interesting, even remotely, and I'm doing this more for myself than for anything else. I've never had a blog before, so I guess I'm just planning on going with wherever whim takes me. It doesn't seem too hard to just type your thoughts, so I guess I'll start with that.
I've recently been given the task of having to write an autobiography about my life up until this point, and I have to update it every year for the rest of High School. At first this task seemed impossible, and it still slightly does, but I'm hoping that writing on here, where I can write freely with nobody judging, will help with preparing for the writing of my autobiography. I'm not sure what I will include, or if I should just concentrate on one thing in my life, or break it up into all the things I'm passionate about, or basically anything about what I will write about. Like this blog, I'm sure the autobiography will only be interesting to me, but I think that's how it is with many things people write for themselves, if it's based of their personal experiences. Generally, it seems as if people are only interested in stories if they are about some kind of painful experience that the writer went through. Not always, but that seems to be the usual way people's humor goes. Most humor is derived from tragedy: "Humor is tragedy with time," is a quote that does more to explain what I'm trying to say than I could in one hundred words. All comedy, whether it is the ever popular 'Late Night With Conan O'Brien' to that ridiculously bad but ever so entertaining show, 'Family Guy,' to just typical jokes told in day to day life are about some tragic experience of some sort, but over time the person has gotten over the tragedy of the experience, and they see it in a new light, the angle that an outsider would see it in. They find a new side of it, and find it funny. Years ago when I was a young third grade camper in a camp that included swimming, archery, and other typical childish activities, something happened to me then that I thought was the end of the world. It was the most embarassing thing that could ever have happened to me, and it was so completely mortifying that I probably thought that I would always remember it for the rest of my life as the day that I single-handedly ruined my life. That may have been very dramatic thoughts for a third grader, but I remember being so completely humiliated that I refused to ever return back to the camp, and I had gone to that camp every single summer for years. It was one of the last few days of camp, and it was during the second shift of pool time, and I really had to, for lack of better words...pee. But, I was having far too much fun in the pool and really didn't feel like getting out. So, I didn't, but after a while it got so bad that I knew if I even stood up from sitting on the top stairs I'd just go, because third graders are just great at controlling their bladders like that. And then suddenly I just went. I couldn't help it. And it was quite the relief and I was glad to finally be relieved, but then I looked down...and realized that I was sitting on the first step...and saw that there was yellow all around me. All of the kids around the stairs started pointing and laughing, and then someone asked me what the yellow was. I distinctly remember answering something along the lines of, "Oh...that must just be...the...chlorine...or something?"
My mom always wondered why I came home that day with only two or three days of camp for that summer left, and I refused to go back. Ever, ever again. It actually mortified me for years, but now I can look back on it and laugh...really hard. To think that that small incident stopped me from ever going back to that camp, which I had gone to ever single solitary year since I was old enough to walk, is ridiculous. The kids that were around me probably hardly remembered what had happened the next day, nevermind a year or two later. I wonder if I would have gone to that camp forever, and then when I got old enough if I would have become a CIT or something for it if I just hadn't peed in that damn pool. But, that was one very long and extended example of how most things that are funny are just a tragedy someone went through but over time they realize how not tragic it is, and how hilarious it actually is. When I told my mom this story...only a few years ago, she burst out laughing, and said how she always knew something happened to make me so extraordinarily opposed to ever going back.
Needless to say, I never peed in a pool again.
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