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Nobody knows when they’re going to die – at least, most of the time as humans we can’t predict those kinds of things. We just aren’t smart enough. The only time we know for sure that we’re going to die is when we point a gun against our heads and pull the trigger, which is kind of like cheating when you think about it. The majority of the population isn’t thinking about that though, they don’t really care when they’re going to die; no wait, that’s still bullshit. Nobody thinks they’re going to die. We all take life for granted, as something that’s just going to keep happening forever. Life goes on. Other people die, yeah, but it doesn’t happen to us – and when it does, well why should we give a ********? We’re dead! It’s not like anything happens after that, unless you’re one of those poor bastards tied to a religion or something – in which case, you really haven’t been living, and you need to go get a clue.

I was a lot like you not too long ago; I was one of those people living my life day by day. Not really doing anything particularly special or at least anything that would affect the rest of the world. I know most of the American media portrays us fifteen year olds as unintelligent, sex crazed pre-adults. For the record, the media is never right; it’s a rule that you have to learn to live by. But for once they actually got pretty close at doing a good generalization of a specific group of people. It seemed like everyone around me was having sex, and I was the only guy getting the short end of the deal. Even hairy Monty managed to score with somebody, even if it had just been a practical joke played by the school’s fabulous cheer squad in order to get pictures of his back hair on facebook. But hey, he still got some.

I was pretty much the only kid who didn’t fit MTV’s description of a fifteen year old kid. I wasn’t getting drunk, smoking weed, having sex, or snorting pixie sticks on the back of a big yellow school bus. I wasn’t getting shoved into lockers all that often, and when I did I didn’t go home and cry about it for hours. I just got out of class. To the general public I didn’t even fit into the category of a geek. Yeah sure, I got good grades and high scores on most of the state tests, but when your graduating class might as well be a thousand people or more you realize nobody gives a ******** about how well you’re doing in school. Actually, you realize that most people don’t give a ******** about much of anything.
I bet that sounds pretty depressing, but after fifteen years of realizing that you’re nothing but a number to everyone (besides your single mother) you get used to it. You get used to being alone, and you just kind of learn to adjust. If there’s one thing I like about humanity, it’s that we can adjust to most situations we’re given… even if we are really freakin’ unhappy about it.

But no matter where we are, or what part of the world we’re living in we never really appretiate what it’s like to actually live. We get caught up in the useless day-to-day things, and we don’t really take the time to stop and smell the roses until they’re lying on our coffins. I probably shouldn’t be one to talk, but you need to start living and you need to do it now. Put down what you’re doing. Stop reading. Take a minute and do something with your life, will you?