The little things...

Sometimes we rush through life. Following the latest trends. Doing what everyone else is doing. Cursing our parents for being too strict, old-fashioned, or absent-minded.

Goth or heavy-metal-punk-rock...whatever it's called, seems to be a hit with teenagers like you and me and Regina and every other 16 year-old Tom, Dick and Harry. I listen to it not because I love wearing black make-up and fantasize about suicide, but because some of my friends listen to it. Peer pressure, you know...ok, a few of the songs are nice. Particularly, Dead. It seems like I would like to see certain people dead. Then my player shuffles to a song by Tenacious D, Tribute. I noticed the sudden silence and lack of screaming. It was weird, but pleasing. No, I am not touching myself. You can actually make out most of the words they are singing. Plus their songs do not rock all the time, so when they DO rock, you notice. Whereas the "rock" songs are just rocking away like cocks on viagra. It's like sex. Wouldn't it be weird if you are orgasming the whole time? Hah. Appreciate those good ol' songs. It is impossible for me to blog when someone is shouting "WHAT'S THE WORST THING I COULD SAY?! THINGS ARE BETTER IF I STAY!!.."
I'm not dissing punk rock or My Chemical Romance...its just...too much of it.

Now, remember when you were a kid? Those with amnesia are excused. Didn't it piss you off when you asked your parents some simple questions and they either nodded, grunted, or shoo-ed you away with one hand?

I NEED 3 SECONDS OF YOUR TIME!
JUST TELL ME WHERE THE PEANUT-BUTTER COOKIES ARE!

Sound familiar?
Today I was having dinner, while watching Ed on StarWorld. My 5 year-old cousin Henry came up and asked me what time "The Law of Ueki" would be aired on Animax.

"Yea.."
"...I know, but what time is it, Gus?"
"...Mmm...yea Henry..."
"What time is.."
"Later! Haiyo!"
"...hmph..."

He then proceeds to sulk. It was only during a commercial that reminded me of my childhood and "those busy adults" that I popped up and looked for Henry. I told him that it was 7pm on Tuesday. He smiled. Then I asked him if he would like to turn his hair green. The smile grew wider, but it was not ear-splitting or anything physically impossible made into metaphor. He was obviously pleased with his temporarily green hair. His mum wasn't.

10 minutes later, Henry's brother, Timothy, who is still learning how to say my name correctly, ran around screaming in joy. Unfortunately, to me, it was just screaming. He had discovered Hacks, the black-greenish-cough-relieving candy that teenage smokers use to cover their deeds in school. He stood in front of the television, and I looked him in the eye and actually told him to "move away". Either he did not understand or he wanted to tick me off. Considering that he still wears diapers, I think its the former. So I moved him. He moved back. I moved him again. He came around the table and straightened his arm, offering me something. Unfortunately, I saw this as an act of aggression and grabbed his arm. He drop a small black object on the table. It was a Hacks candy...or whatever was left of it.

Do you know those kids who are anti-social retards? Those who fear rejection more than they fear Victorian prefects? You know...the kid in those movies who have loads of talent but needs someone to encourage him throughout the movie, who then at a crucial potentially heroic moment near the end jumps up and saves the day?

I think I just contributed towards pushing this kid a little nearer to the edge. Imagine Timothy. He discovered an amazing new food, and the first thing he did was run up to me screaming and jumping in joy just to share it with me. And the first thing I did was shout "QUIET! Move away, Timmy!"

Yes, I am a bastard. XD

No, I did not realize my mistake then. However, in order to hush him, I did pick the saliva-covered remnants of that Hacks sweet and, realizing from that innocently eager stare on his face that he was not going to give up until I put it in my mouth. So, doing what any Johnny loving, anime watching, 16-year-old teenager would do, (I'm looking at you.) I picked up the black piece and, after looking at the bubble of saliva on it, pretended to put it in my mouth and chew.

What would you have done?
(No, Shaun, this question does not require an answer in the comments section)

Sit back, relax, clear your head, and appreciate the little things in life. Because if you don't, ants will be swarming around pieces of candy left on the floor by innocent little kids.