I’m not sure if that’s a miraculously great thing or a really evil one but thanks to the civilisation we can find almost anybody anywhere, providing that they would like to be found. It’s a kind of a popularity contest: the more results your name gets on google – the more you achieved in your life; the wiser, more beautiful and wonderful you are – you are popular because you have written a book, directed a play, won some kind of a reality show competition, presented your naked pictures to the world, etc.
I decided to look for my school friends, to see how they are doing, what they are up to, what they look like now, if they are married – all the usual gossip. The funny thing was that I couldn’t find the people I really liked and used to hang around with. On the opposite side, all those whom I couldn’t stand were everywhere – their pictures, faces, names,… I couldn’t stand them before because they were so loud and screamy – you know, the kind that will come in to the classroom and will die if there’s at least one person who has not noticed them. The kind that will kill to get on the top, whose noses are brown due to kissing every single ass on their way up. Nothing has changed. I’m still sitting in a dark, cheap café, reading an awesome book, in my old jumper and shitty shoes, waiting for a friend to come and discuss Pluto’s caves. And they are still busy making sure that we (“the losers”) know about them and that we will get even more jealous that we (obviously) have been throughout our lives. Cheers to them! To the good old friends!
I decided to look for my school friends, to see how they are doing, what they are up to, what they look like now, if they are married – all the usual gossip. The funny thing was that I couldn’t find the people I really liked and used to hang around with. On the opposite side, all those whom I couldn’t stand were everywhere – their pictures, faces, names,… I couldn’t stand them before because they were so loud and screamy – you know, the kind that will come in to the classroom and will die if there’s at least one person who has not noticed them. The kind that will kill to get on the top, whose noses are brown due to kissing every single ass on their way up. Nothing has changed. I’m still sitting in a dark, cheap café, reading an awesome book, in my old jumper and shitty shoes, waiting for a friend to come and discuss Pluto’s caves. And they are still busy making sure that we (“the losers”) know about them and that we will get even more jealous that we (obviously) have been throughout our lives. Cheers to them! To the good old friends!
2 comments:
some well known people are :) not guilty I think :)!!!?
I mean:
whose noses are brown due to kissing every single ass
not guilty
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