Zlotych

An interesting word that I often use in word games is zloty, Polish currency. Apparently the plural is zlote for things ending in 2, 3, or 4 and zlotych for everything else more than 1. I found that interesting. Scrabble! At least, I hope it's on the wordlist.

Outing was fun! At least it was for me. I spent the rest of the day being enchanted about everyone and everything with a superbly optimistic outlook. Perhaps I went temporarily mad. My thoughts went along the lines of "my life is good, everyone is good, the world is good, why is everything so good?" There's probably a downside to excessive optimism, but I suppose that I can't see one yet.

Excessive optimism.

Then the next day my sister came back from her outing and she apparently played boardgames too and thought they were boring. So I became a bit disenchanted. But that's okay, because as long as no one thought the outing was a waste of time or anything then I'm quite happy.

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School has started.

I was quite excited for school. I was also quite excited about the new timetable.

Yesterday year 7s were walking past and they were like "omg a year 12!" One came up and asked me where the gym was. I suppose because I was the nearest person at the time. I hope he got to his class alright.

If this was last year, I'd be like "sorry I'm new too I don't know hey do you know where the gym is?"

I'm quite sad.

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Suddenly each step became a significant movement to him. It was as if he had just realised how much effort it took to walk, as if a portion of concentration was required for each step he took. Thump. He resolutely lifted his other foot and threw it in front of him. Thump.

Around him was a grassy plain. There wasn't a person in sight to break the monotony of grass. He knew there were people, people somewhere forward. If he kept walking, he would find people. But in that instant, in that brief moment he felt frozen by a strange clarity. For the first time that day, he felt truly alone. Time slowed slightly as he registered that he could no longer hear the thumps of his footsteps impacting the dusty grass.

But swiftly the moment passed, and he continued his journey, as a journey it had become. He felt as if he had long forgotten the reason that he took his tired steps. But he supposed it felt strangely nice, being able to walk forward in this perfect solitude. And for that brief part of his journey, he could imagine that there were no other people in the world, he could imagine that all he had to do was reach the end of his path. Then he'd disappear forever, his purpose in life complete.

The buildings he stepped through were deserted, but his solitude had disappeared with the plain of grass, now barely even a memory. But he didn't know that. He didn't know that he was already back in the cold reality from whence he came, the reality he smiled at because of the moments of warmth it offered him. A reality he readily immersed himself in. For he had already become too attached to the world, too attached to its people. It was one such attachment that dominated his mind as he crossed a lively street.

Slowly, he raised his hand to offer his friendly greeting.

"Hello," he said.

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^I just realised that if you read it you probably wouldn't like it. You probably don't understand all of it. I should probably write less for myself and more for others. But I have my nanowrimo for that. My nanowrimo's definitely not written for myself. But to clarify, this story above was a story I wrote for myself. So don't expect to like it very much, I guess.

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I feel like I'm not happy enough to properly be Mr. Happy. But that's okay, because Mr. Happy can do my smiling for me. Which is pretty convenient, since I'm also not a naturally smiley person. At least I don't think I am. Thanks, Mr. Happy.

If a genie appeared to me now and offered me three wishes, I could honestly tell him that I want nothing at all. I would tell him that the wishes would probably be better used in the hands of someone more benevolent.

Back to life writing I go.