Step Ten: Bus Monkey

"Will she look at you the way I do, and wonder if what she wants to say is important enough to wake you up for?"

It's 4 AM and I'm sitting on the floor, freezing. Though I shiver from my thoughts rather than the cold. Nothing chills my soul like the fear of watching you fall in love with someone else. But I'm lucky, she isn't like me. She's as frigid as my ideas. A girl cold as ice has no place in your warm heart. You won't melt her before there's frost in your aorta.

I could see it in your face, confusion and disappointment. I know you were excited, I was too. And despite how painfully awkward it was to walk around and pretend everything was fine I was glad we got to do one of my favorite things together. It was easy to forget she was there until you kissed her. If I could play that scene frame by frame, you would get to watch my stomach crawl out of my mouth and hang itself from a ceiling fan. Never in my life had I wanted- no, needed, to vomit like that. Thinking about it now still makes my feel uneasy. I wanted so badly to talk to you about it later on but my brain was so exhausted all I could do was revel in the moment that I was back in your arms and sleep. We missed out on some things, but you've led me to believe that there will always me a next time. And so I'm banking on the weekend.

Have you ever wished a horrible tragedy upon yourself to escape something? I have, and I do all the time. But surprisingly enough, while I walked up to you holding her close, I couldn't even fathom wanting to be struck by lightning. I watched and I waited and I stayed patient. I kept an open mind until I could tell you my thoughts without being biased. And I hope to god that you listened.

I can't stop you from anything when I'm not around, but for my own sake, just don't tell me. I never want to see that image of your lips on hers again. The thought of what could have happened when I walked away is choking me.

Step nine: Whiskey Lisping

"It's frustrating, ya know? I see all these people and I wonder how they all did it."

It truly does feel like I'll never get there. I'll be 19, laying on the floor in my mom's house forever. Permanently broke, jobless, hopeless. A quitter, a drop out, a child. Though my body grows older, I'm not ready. Time went too fast.

Imagine the time you were hunting crickets at your step-sister's house, and when you cried because her daughter kicked you out of her club after you'd just bought them flowers. Go back to the time you were robbed of, when you were too young to speak. You didn't know the words you needed yet, so you cried and it made everyone angry. They still get mad to this day. You were never allowed to disagree.

You were made up, imagined, like all of their stupid rules. You were made to be broken.

A mirror shatters and the noise is just enough to start a motion in you. You're running somewhere, anywhere away from here. Through your periphery pass images of everything you used to be. A uniform, a number, a student, an infant. You're going back in time. The past is the only thing that's real. The future may not exist. Within seconds your hourglass can run out and you'll never see it coming.

Suicide was never the answer. It was a power-play with God. If it is his design, what greater sin than to destroy it? Those who opt out early aren't punished for selfishness, but for challenging God himself. The ultimate act of anarchy in existence is against a being that may not exist.

We value the thought of someone over what we know is real. What we can actually see. We are blind and unworthy of such a beautiful Earth.

Step Eight: The Silly Hat Club

I was just told that life is about doing things you don’t want to do. What the fuck kind of outlook on life is that? And from a man no less. That’s the kind of argument a rapist makes to the girl who turned him down at the bar. Fuckin’ incredible. What kind of shit are people being fed these days? I’m not even mad at the guy. If anything I’m sad for him. This poor man lives to work. Who the fuck decided what life is about? Not a single fuckin’ one of us deserve that kind of privilege.

The cycle always goes like this: When you’re a kid you’re supposed to enjoy being a kid. No responsibilities, just making friends and having fun. When you’re a teenager, you’re supposed to be a little reckless and learn from your mistakes. You get a little older and go for drinks with your friends, and soon after that you’ve got a career set for yourself and the hardest part is making sure your budget stays balanced. At least, that’s what you’re told. You’re lead to believe that one day, all of your worldly experiences will lead to a midlife where you’ve got a decent house with equally decent company.

But how often does it actually work out like that? Chances are your parents are divorced or just plain crazy. They made your childhood miserable, especially if you’re an only child or the oldest sibling. Being a teen was full of more angst than necessary and by the time you got away from you restricting life at home, you exploded into a hurricane of even more bad decisions. Maybe you tattooed your face, or failed school just to spite your family. Maybe you developed a habit to forget. Now you’re 28, you’ve been living on your best friends couch and working a dead end job. By this time your future is set. Your life will continue to be as mediocre as it is now.

Life isn’t about doing things you don’t want to do. That’s the kind of attitude you’re conditioned to have. Sometimes you do have to do some trivial bullshit to get ahead, but that’s not what it’s all about. Enjoy yourself sometime. You’d be a lot more pleasant to talk to.