InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped ❯ Prologue - My Philosophy on Life ( Prologue )
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By: fangremtom2 
Kagome's daily rant introducing her character...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.15.2013 | Updated On: 01.16.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 579 | Visits: 636 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome's daily rant introducing her character...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.15.2013 | Updated On: 01.16.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 579 | Visits: 636 | Status: Work In Progress
TRAPPED
Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the universe wasn’t theoretically an infinite mass of stars and galaxies? Hoped to see all the spaces that divide us from beings greater than us? Wondered why earth was the “only” planet with conditions to sustain life, yet still it was being destroyed, by forces even much superior than us? When the sun eclipsed the moon in its rarity, what it really meant? Why there was evidence of life outside our planet, but then suddenly… there was none? Maybe ‘Enter Shikari’s’ song was true “…we can breathe in space, they just don’t want us to escape.” I have come to believe the world is all make believe and that we “humans” don’t exist. I accept as true, all of it as a cover up to the many great possibilities and things that lay waiting, unlocked to our greatest pleasure. And because of this, I’ve given up the hope that one day; things might change, for the better, for civilization to continue.
I didn’t know about the other humans, in actuality, I didn’t truly care, but I felt trapped, like I was a black mouse among the other white lab rats in a mere science experiment. I felt has if I was being watched and judged based on a number of various hypotheses, in a life long experimentation by these ‘expert’ scientists. Experts? Yeah right! Frauds are more like it. They were supposed to inform, protect and cure, but to me, they only served to inform, create the disaster, conceal the things they couldn’t explain and leave a trail of destruction in their paths. Kindly leaving us in humanity to ‘pick-up’ the pieces, and to try and start all over in a dying world; a dim light fading rapidly into the dark abyss.
The teacher droned on and on about centrifugal forces, honestly, I don’t even know why I even decided to take this course, it was a bag of bull. Point notedly, anyone could see that Mrs. Silverstein hadn’t even finished graduate school before moving on to university; and it impacted severely on my mental stimulus. I understood nothing, I could not ask anything, and then I would continue to fail everything: well in this class only; as far as I was concerned all my other classes were fine and I could give a hoots and boots about “Astronomy 101”, as ‘Quick Silver’; Mrs. Silverstein’s nickname, since everything that rolled of her tongue was like a retarded child, trying to recite his ABC’s while chewing on hot coal; stated it.
I was perplexed at my thoughts and my current situation: the seating in which I was placed. It seemed no matter how hard I tried, I was ensnared in something. Figuratively, in the contours of my mind where nothing could penetrate my walls of ardent thinking; and also in class were I was confined among the world’s most annoying and socially inept individuals: my teacher-the walking, talking, brick head; the popular clique in front: chewing their gum filled mouths noisily, the Goths, punks and geeks to my right: doing nothing per usual, the jocks to my left: talking about the latest ‘cutie’, the norms as they call them scattered around: attentive, and then me, in the extreme middle of the mess- trapped.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the universe wasn’t theoretically an infinite mass of stars and galaxies? Hoped to see all the spaces that divide us from beings greater than us? Wondered why earth was the “only” planet with conditions to sustain life, yet still it was being destroyed, by forces even much superior than us? When the sun eclipsed the moon in its rarity, what it really meant? Why there was evidence of life outside our planet, but then suddenly… there was none? Maybe ‘Enter Shikari’s’ song was true “…we can breathe in space, they just don’t want us to escape.” I have come to believe the world is all make believe and that we “humans” don’t exist. I accept as true, all of it as a cover up to the many great possibilities and things that lay waiting, unlocked to our greatest pleasure. And because of this, I’ve given up the hope that one day; things might change, for the better, for civilization to continue.
I didn’t know about the other humans, in actuality, I didn’t truly care, but I felt trapped, like I was a black mouse among the other white lab rats in a mere science experiment. I felt has if I was being watched and judged based on a number of various hypotheses, in a life long experimentation by these ‘expert’ scientists. Experts? Yeah right! Frauds are more like it. They were supposed to inform, protect and cure, but to me, they only served to inform, create the disaster, conceal the things they couldn’t explain and leave a trail of destruction in their paths. Kindly leaving us in humanity to ‘pick-up’ the pieces, and to try and start all over in a dying world; a dim light fading rapidly into the dark abyss.
The teacher droned on and on about centrifugal forces, honestly, I don’t even know why I even decided to take this course, it was a bag of bull. Point notedly, anyone could see that Mrs. Silverstein hadn’t even finished graduate school before moving on to university; and it impacted severely on my mental stimulus. I understood nothing, I could not ask anything, and then I would continue to fail everything: well in this class only; as far as I was concerned all my other classes were fine and I could give a hoots and boots about “Astronomy 101”, as ‘Quick Silver’; Mrs. Silverstein’s nickname, since everything that rolled of her tongue was like a retarded child, trying to recite his ABC’s while chewing on hot coal; stated it.
I was perplexed at my thoughts and my current situation: the seating in which I was placed. It seemed no matter how hard I tried, I was ensnared in something. Figuratively, in the contours of my mind where nothing could penetrate my walls of ardent thinking; and also in class were I was confined among the world’s most annoying and socially inept individuals: my teacher-the walking, talking, brick head; the popular clique in front: chewing their gum filled mouths noisily, the Goths, punks and geeks to my right: doing nothing per usual, the jocks to my left: talking about the latest ‘cutie’, the norms as they call them scattered around: attentive, and then me, in the extreme middle of the mess- trapped.