What Now?
2006 had come off to a bad start. 18 days into the new year I found myself narrowly escaping death in an ominous accident. My parents were ambivelent to be thankful or vexed for my carelesness.
A month later I broke my nose by flatulently inciting a stoic person to amok. Catalytyc events of my deportation from exile, falling out of favor, stifled priviledges and pinioned liberty.
I am on a short leash indefinately confined to the precinct of our home and ubiquitious parental supervision. Everything from my sleeping habits, eating habits to my familiar routines are under close scrutiny. My contacts are also restricted ( Casting doubt on the facility of flight.), the slightest abberations on my part are met by alert admonitions.
To their indistinct intentions I am the reluctant facilitator. Layed no other choice and no voice to remonstrate I relent pretending to be conciliatory. The questions hanging on my head are "Do I need all this?, Is my individuality seens as alarming to others?, Am i not the man I’m supposed to be but someone else?". Trully these questions put doubt on the infallibility of my judgement and keeps me a prisoner.
I’m afraid to imagine I’d been wrong all along. If that were the truth I would have been better off dead for all I’ve done was to hollow myself and throw my life away. Or are my present thoughts a glum revel?
