10 iul. 2009

The teenager

This morning the subway was crowded and everyone tried to breathe normally as the heat increased since no air conditioner was available. The air was a sea of perfume with a wave of sweat, and kids asked from time to time “mommy what is that horrible smell? I can’t breathe! “.One thing was certain. The bag of bad onion that the colored gipsy was taking to market as well as recently returned from construction sites Asian dudes annoyed everyone. But no one said anything. As usual, everyone had a sad look as if they just saw a drama, no voices could be heard because of the subway engine(s), but no one even wanted to speak. A strain of thoughts tortured my mind as I was trying to read something, but I couldn’t. Earlier, I saw a kid dressed in a colorful outfit and shiny shoes. She had green hair, and lots of piercing. It wasn’t so disturbing to watch, but the old lady standing next to her had a mean look as if she was just about to smack her. I wondered why. Then I realized she couldn’t possibly understand that kid. The look was the expression of disapproval towards everything the young generation liked. The kid was proud of her clothes and hair and shiny shoes, and she couldn’t care less about the looks that were almost cursing her. People fight and fear what they don’t understand…or just hate the unimaginable. Where does all the hate come from? Well…it’s kinda easy. The stinky subway might be a noisy place but it’s a great place to wonder through thoughts. So, I figured it out. Our society is a teenager. Think about it. At first, we were savages, people that didn’t know right from wrong; then, we started learning and we made great discoveries; then, everyone started fighting; then there was the renaissance and love was its’ theme; and then, there’s now… Rebellious, freedom obsessed, fashion addict, stubbornness all around, it all sounds like a teenager. Will we grow up? I believe we won’t live to see that world with at least less chaotic decisions and maybe the tendency of self-destruction won’t get to us after all.

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