The ill Humored

Graceful, free, and majestic, is what I wish to be.  Underwater, these regal creatures race through messes of waves, mazes of seaweed, and masses of fish.  If forced to live underwater, I would morph to a dolphin.  Dolphins are elegant and refined as they dive in and out of the ocean water. I would love to spend my days chasing yots, cruise ships, and motorboats, fighting off blood hungry sharks, and diving through enormous water walls.  The ocean has always been my passion, and if I had to spend two years as a dolphin, it would be like living a dream.

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Growing up, it was always instilled in my mind that Heaven was the place God sent you to when you died, where you would forever exist blissfully.  As I grew and changed, I developed my own beliefs for heaven; a heaven crafted by my own mind.  When I die, I see myself in a dream-like world.  I will be surrounded and greeted by loved ones I’ve lost and people in my life who made it worth living.  I’ll spend eternity doing all the things I enjoyed the most. If I continue to live the good life I have been, my heaven will be a place where I will feel the most alive.

From a young age he has felt the need to outwardly express that he is better person than he thinks he is.  He makes up stories of how he had material items that would place him in a higher socio-economic class.  Coming from the same socio-economic class he made me upset that he tried move through socio-economic classes through lies.  He would probably react to me telling him this with rejection and avoidance.  He would first reject my claim that he is a compulsive liar.  He then would avoid me and I would not be able to hang out with him as much as I do.

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I have caved under peer pressure where friends pressured me into smoking.  I was young and impressionable.  In addition, I had an inner want to make friends.  A kid from my school invited me over to his house to hang out and eventually other kids came over too.  Someone brought a cigarette with them and started smoking it.  Eventually everyone was passing around the cigarette and it came to me.  The peer pressure was subtle, but effective.  If I could go back in time, I would ran up to that group of boys and announced that someone with my mother’s name was looking for a kid with the same name as me and that she was very upset that he was smoking.  The thought of my mother knowing that I smoked would have scared me straight.