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BEING 20 - 30, SOMETHING years old…
// April 30th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // nSCRIPTS
They call it the “Quarter-life Crisis.”
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn’t know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people youhave lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don’t recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren’t really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job… and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn’t. One minute you are insecure and then the next secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you’re doing this because you know that you aren’t a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself… and while winning the race would be great. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.
A Husband & a Wife
// April 12th, 2009 // 2 Comments » // nSCRIPTS
A husband and wife are explorers, and they go to Antarctica one year to research and explore with a whole expedition. However, once they reach the ice continent, something goes terribly wrong, and they are seperated from the rest of the expedition. They get lucky on the first day and manage to hunt down a seal, make a fire, and eat the seal meat, but that runs out after a week or so. Since the husband was the one who’d hunted the seal, the wife decides to go out hunting for meat. After a day, she returns with a large chunk of meat, though she is cleary exhausted from her hunting, and looks rather pale and limping slightly.
She hands the meat to her husband, who asks her what it is. She says brightly, “Penguin meat.” Amused, they set down to eat. The wife then goes hunting after a few days again, as she knows where the penguins roost. This time she comes back in just half a day, though she looks just as tired as the other time. She gives the meat to her husband, and tells him to finish it all, saying she already ate some.
Two days later, the wife dies. The husband takes up her bundled-up-blankets body and tosses it into the sea for a burial. As he does that, his luck turns and he spots his expedition ship. He manages to get back safely home.
Several years later, he is eating at a high-class restaurant. He is served some food he has never tasted in his life before. Curious, he asks the head waiter what it is.
“Penguin meat,” the waiter replies.
Hearing that, the husband’s eyes go wide and he leaps out the fourth-floor window to his death.
Why?
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Each time his wife goes out hunting, she returns pale and weak. She is cutting chunks off her own leg and feeding it to her husband.
