Melancholy of the Drama

"That's so highschool shit"

Too often, I uttered such a phrase between friends in passing, or around the lunch table; in all its glorious 4 person cramped seating, not really understanding the meaning of what I was saying. I once believed, the "shit" was nothing that pertained to real life at all, but only in our prison-walls of New Prairie. That, and the drama that went with them.

But too many a time I find myself, on the outside world, out of that hell-hole, thrust back into the drama that we only know only as highschool life.

Yet, behold the glorious day, when it is not I that partakes in these dramatic dances of stupidity, but rather, it is I that shall laugh as the marionettes do their part, as I, the puppet master does mine.

Nevertheless, I make do what I can. I survive, live day to day...And for the majority of the time, delight in what I do. But then again, no matter how much we may complain, its the drama of our pre-conditioned earlier educational life, namely highschool, that gives us a sense of belonging, normality, but most of all, some change of pace, if you could call it that, in our otherwise ritualistic but mundane lives in this nowheretown of nothingness.