a/n okay…this is the result of a spurt of inspiration…and a very bored
person. It's all good. I've been thinking…(let's hope)…but now I've
forgotten what I was thinking about…(oh we were so close)…
oh well. Have fun!
A weird story…can't think of a title yet…prepare to laugh b/c it's so stupid…or it's funny…or it's just really really retarded…but I can't tell you either way…b/c I 'grade' myself WAY too hard…that's life for ya. On with the story…that I haven't thought of yet.
Okay now I've thought of it…
The story takes place on earth but it's different. Everyone has to be and do the same stuff…psycho land, control freaks…almost like parents…but different
The System
~ "One way to do something, is to do it differently." That's what my mom always said. Now she's dead. And it's from doing something differently. Ironic isn't it? ~
~ When I was a little kid, about seven, I wanted to cut my hair different than every of kid at school. Which wouldn't be that hard since there were only about 6 different haircuts. Let me explain. ~
~ When everyone is a child, they must wear the same uniform, same haircut, and even eat the same lunch everyday. You are expected to wear the same house clothes as everyone else too but many don't. But you must wear the designated clothes when the Inspectors come around. If you don't they take you away to be 'processed'. The next day and from then on you would be a mindless perfect child. It's like that until you get out of High School. ~
~ Adults are put into categories. The government agents and politicians can wear basically anything they want. Most of them wear suits though. It's better than the Middle class people who have seven different sets of clothing, and only seven. That's still a little better than having to wear the same exact clothing everyday except Sunday. That's the lower paid people. My mom was paid in the low range. ~
~ You can't tell secrets to anyone because they might become processed and use your secrets to get you processed. Everyone knows it. My friends all know it, so we don't even try because the next day you could be processed. But there's no law against talking about how much better the past was. ~
~ In the past people could wear, and eat anything they could afford. Everyone could be an individual. There were no Inspectors and no controlling government. There was so much diversity back then. Everything wasn't segregated. My history teacher says at one point things were segregated. But it wasn't like this. Everything wasn't perfect but it was better. ~
~ I personally think crazy old people who think everything and everyone should be perfect are trying to control us. But it's just a theory. My mom said it's not a very good theory but creative. But if you are processed they can control you…that's what my mom thought. ~
~ Children who were born in the same year had the same haircut and clothes. Children who were born in a different year than me they had different haircut and clothes. At least there's a little diversity in this world. ~
~ So, back to when I was seven. I wanted a different haircut. Point-blank there was no changing my mind. The only problem was I couldn't have a different haircut than the rest of my classmates. When you are seven you totally don't understand the whole, "You have to be exactly the same as everyone else, so there will be peace and tranquility…" speech. Frankly I still don't understand the reason why we have to be the same. It doesn't bring peace or tranquility to my life. Anyway, like I was saying, I told my mom I wanted a new haircut. My mom had to try to explain to a seven- year-old why she couldn't change her haircut. After she told me this preposterous thing, I threw a tantrum, cried, and said that it wasn't fair. Years later my mom had said that was the hardest thing she had ever done. And she's done a lot. But my mom held me and told me if she could let me have a new haircut she would. ~
~ She didn't think it was very fair either. That's why she was in an organization that protested against The System. That's what everyone calls it. The System is supposed to make our lives as easy and enjoyable as possible. It only made the government officials and their families lives easy and enjoyable. ~
a/n okay…that's the end for now…I've finally thought of a title…The System. How fun. r&r and look at my other stories.
oh well. Have fun!
A weird story…can't think of a title yet…prepare to laugh b/c it's so stupid…or it's funny…or it's just really really retarded…but I can't tell you either way…b/c I 'grade' myself WAY too hard…that's life for ya. On with the story…that I haven't thought of yet.
Okay now I've thought of it…
The story takes place on earth but it's different. Everyone has to be and do the same stuff…psycho land, control freaks…almost like parents…but different
The System
~ "One way to do something, is to do it differently." That's what my mom always said. Now she's dead. And it's from doing something differently. Ironic isn't it? ~
~ When I was a little kid, about seven, I wanted to cut my hair different than every of kid at school. Which wouldn't be that hard since there were only about 6 different haircuts. Let me explain. ~
~ When everyone is a child, they must wear the same uniform, same haircut, and even eat the same lunch everyday. You are expected to wear the same house clothes as everyone else too but many don't. But you must wear the designated clothes when the Inspectors come around. If you don't they take you away to be 'processed'. The next day and from then on you would be a mindless perfect child. It's like that until you get out of High School. ~
~ Adults are put into categories. The government agents and politicians can wear basically anything they want. Most of them wear suits though. It's better than the Middle class people who have seven different sets of clothing, and only seven. That's still a little better than having to wear the same exact clothing everyday except Sunday. That's the lower paid people. My mom was paid in the low range. ~
~ You can't tell secrets to anyone because they might become processed and use your secrets to get you processed. Everyone knows it. My friends all know it, so we don't even try because the next day you could be processed. But there's no law against talking about how much better the past was. ~
~ In the past people could wear, and eat anything they could afford. Everyone could be an individual. There were no Inspectors and no controlling government. There was so much diversity back then. Everything wasn't segregated. My history teacher says at one point things were segregated. But it wasn't like this. Everything wasn't perfect but it was better. ~
~ I personally think crazy old people who think everything and everyone should be perfect are trying to control us. But it's just a theory. My mom said it's not a very good theory but creative. But if you are processed they can control you…that's what my mom thought. ~
~ Children who were born in the same year had the same haircut and clothes. Children who were born in a different year than me they had different haircut and clothes. At least there's a little diversity in this world. ~
~ So, back to when I was seven. I wanted a different haircut. Point-blank there was no changing my mind. The only problem was I couldn't have a different haircut than the rest of my classmates. When you are seven you totally don't understand the whole, "You have to be exactly the same as everyone else, so there will be peace and tranquility…" speech. Frankly I still don't understand the reason why we have to be the same. It doesn't bring peace or tranquility to my life. Anyway, like I was saying, I told my mom I wanted a new haircut. My mom had to try to explain to a seven- year-old why she couldn't change her haircut. After she told me this preposterous thing, I threw a tantrum, cried, and said that it wasn't fair. Years later my mom had said that was the hardest thing she had ever done. And she's done a lot. But my mom held me and told me if she could let me have a new haircut she would. ~
~ She didn't think it was very fair either. That's why she was in an organization that protested against The System. That's what everyone calls it. The System is supposed to make our lives as easy and enjoyable as possible. It only made the government officials and their families lives easy and enjoyable. ~
a/n okay…that's the end for now…I've finally thought of a title…The System. How fun. r&r and look at my other stories.
