How quick you are to denounce me and all I try to do...We're still in the gutter, but you act as if I've laid out our sheets.

Tell that story about the frog and the wig...

I was prompted to make up a story about a frog and a wig... this is what I came up with:

There once was a bald frog named Ted. Ted thought it was peculiar that the frog community began to grow hair when, as history books can tell you, frogs never had hair. Each frog grew luscious radiant hair except for him. He did not fret though, he figured he could continue the legacy of the bald frogs that had reigned the land before time. However the frog community did not take lightly to this, believing that Ted thought he was better for his clean scalp. He did not though, he just believed in preserving the past and his bald heritage. One night the frogs conspired to make Ted one of them. They devised a plan so horrid my ears bled as I heard them. The following morning, Ted woke up in the worst pain he had ever experienced. He thought that he had just slept funny, but when he went to the pond and look at his reflection, the Ted that went to sleep was not looking back at him. A wig that resembled the style of Elvis Presley was fastened to his head by glue, tacks, and caulk. He pulled and pulled, but the only thing that came up was his head. He was very sad and depressed, but was well welcomed by the frog community. They expected him to be overjoyed by this newfound warmth, but instead was sickened by their petty painful ways. He leaped to the middle of the town and pulled at the wig till he pulled his own head off and died. The end.

The Difference in Humanity

I sit here, pondering, breasts hanging out from the covers, my heated sighs ricocheting off of the computer screen. I wonder, through all the cluster of people I have involved myself with, male and female, what the difference between each of them is. If I end up with this person, this person who sits, absolved of his actions with no care of remedy, what makes him so different from the rest? I've been with over a hundred different guys, because of some quality that struck in my eye and commanded me to knock that quality or that guy off the list of accomplishments. I've been with all of these guys, kept some for longer than others, had hopes that some would stay and hopes that some would just fall off the face of the earth. There was a small collection that I thought would last, be good ones to bring home to dad, and now two remain that I thought and think I may spend the rest of my life with. To the latter, I just wonder when the chips will fall in disarray and the realization that all the carp in this sea are filled with the shit they live in will reveal itself.

Is it environment that merely is destroying certain nights or the fact that our priorities are different? Does our age matter that much where the things that bother me are just trivial and juvenile to him? And coming from a person who was consumed by judgmental pretentious people, if all of this is true, what makes his word and thought valid to me?

Things will never be perfect...sometimes I wonder why I must keep fighting for a life I am apathetic to continue.