The trivial ending of an episode is not necessarily a flaw. It actually tests one's prejudices to literature, one's actual interest. Well, same cannot be stated for life. Life is too trivial and basic in its pop form that a trivial ending of an episode could be deadly.
Right from there, the smelly gym, Maggie went in Maths class. It was time of thoughts for her lacked of logical principles nature. As long as test was not on schedule, she could afford the splendour of 'utilizing' time not the best way. Or was it the best? So stepping still nervously in the classroom she met the curious eyes of little nasty people deprived of the virtue not to intrude.
She sat on a chair and opened the book randomly. The time to think had come.
Pulling the sleeve of her shirt, anxious of what she was to do. To judge. To judge upon the many possible prejudices one can think of. Wrong word. Too short to be tall enough. Too unromantic. Too romantic. Not smart. Smart enough. Pisces? 1995? Why? Too old. 1998. Too young?
Maggie realised she was on her way to evaluate people and, unfortunately, that was her ultimate hate. Plus sexism in Game of Thrones. She started looking through options. Were there any choices she could skip making? Just like in computer games - you skip the reference part and then fight for your life as hard as possible. Hardly had she begun her brain-racking campaign when the teacher walked in. Everyone stood up.
"Good morning."
"Good morning." came as a declaration of indifference.
They sat once again. Maggie started digging through the plot of every book she had chucked away under her bed. Alas, she couldn't recall a title of zodiac, sociology and love.
Love ?
Since when has I become love?!
Misunderstanding. Mixture of impressions. Confusion of definitions. That was it. She had to read Pride and Prejudice once again. There must have been something that could find its significance these days.
The conclusions of the by-gone day were as follows:
1) You need some rest!
2) Don't hesitate to stop resting. Think, damn!
3) Buy yoghurt.
4) Call Sam... Yes, do it!
It was her who got home by train.b she couldn't see him there. He was not on a daily shift now. All she wanted in order to come back in peace was simply see him.
It was not love. Love embodies the unknown depth in a single definition.
"Aerosmith will definitely help!"
3 songs later: Fuck! Nothing helped.
Maggie decided to remain anxious as she felt differently. And different needed to be observed. Interstellar put this question: if you notice something new, observe it, describe it, declare its natural laws. So Maggie did the same - kept the phenomenon for as long as she could.
On her pillow, at 23:43, she was still into thoughts about judging, Sam, Pride and Prejudice , Sam, zodiac, Sam. Obviously, it was his turn to disturb her unknowingly. She hoped, secretly and with certain worry that her figure disturbed him too. Unknowingly. She felt asleep.
The next morning Maggie woke up. Above, there in the semi-night sky, the moon was hanging. It was pouring with silver upon everything. She got up. Sam wasn't on the train. It was Friday. She wanted to see him. Just to talk. Talk about anything...
That day Maggie avoided any looks and talks of little importance. It turned out to be avoiding everything. Full of tension, though denying it to herself, she waited for her phone to ring. Maggie truly wanted to see him; just an hour with him... She could well pass beyond any prejudice. Hardly had her phone rung till the last class. Eventually, it did. A message:
Hey! The station. 3 o'clock?
- S.
A wave of sweet relief passed through her.
I'll be there.
- M.
Maggie, dreaming of the forthcoming, did care little about conscious reality. Walking down the boulevard, she listened to James Bay's Hold Back the River . The bustling now of the somehow affecting her. From where she started, a mess, a ball of confusion, a kiss bringing too many questions, now she felt relief of simplified image. Planning could not find ots place in her image. Having realised for a moment how superfluously overrated planning was, she decided to let herself on the flow. How trivial could an ending be?! You haven't seen yet.
Right from there, the smelly gym, Maggie went in Maths class. It was time of thoughts for her lacked of logical principles nature. As long as test was not on schedule, she could afford the splendour of 'utilizing' time not the best way. Or was it the best? So stepping still nervously in the classroom she met the curious eyes of little nasty people deprived of the virtue not to intrude.
She sat on a chair and opened the book randomly. The time to think had come.
Pulling the sleeve of her shirt, anxious of what she was to do. To judge. To judge upon the many possible prejudices one can think of. Wrong word. Too short to be tall enough. Too unromantic. Too romantic. Not smart. Smart enough. Pisces? 1995? Why? Too old. 1998. Too young?
Maggie realised she was on her way to evaluate people and, unfortunately, that was her ultimate hate. Plus sexism in Game of Thrones. She started looking through options. Were there any choices she could skip making? Just like in computer games - you skip the reference part and then fight for your life as hard as possible. Hardly had she begun her brain-racking campaign when the teacher walked in. Everyone stood up.
"Good morning."
"Good morning." came as a declaration of indifference.
They sat once again. Maggie started digging through the plot of every book she had chucked away under her bed. Alas, she couldn't recall a title of zodiac, sociology and love.
Love ?
Since when has I become love?!
Misunderstanding. Mixture of impressions. Confusion of definitions. That was it. She had to read Pride and Prejudice once again. There must have been something that could find its significance these days.
The conclusions of the by-gone day were as follows:
1) You need some rest!
2) Don't hesitate to stop resting. Think, damn!
3) Buy yoghurt.
4) Call Sam... Yes, do it!
It was her who got home by train.b she couldn't see him there. He was not on a daily shift now. All she wanted in order to come back in peace was simply see him.
It was not love. Love embodies the unknown depth in a single definition.
"Aerosmith will definitely help!"
3 songs later: Fuck! Nothing helped.
Maggie decided to remain anxious as she felt differently. And different needed to be observed. Interstellar put this question: if you notice something new, observe it, describe it, declare its natural laws. So Maggie did the same - kept the phenomenon for as long as she could.
On her pillow, at 23:43, she was still into thoughts about judging, Sam, Pride and Prejudice , Sam, zodiac, Sam. Obviously, it was his turn to disturb her unknowingly. She hoped, secretly and with certain worry that her figure disturbed him too. Unknowingly. She felt asleep.
The next morning Maggie woke up. Above, there in the semi-night sky, the moon was hanging. It was pouring with silver upon everything. She got up. Sam wasn't on the train. It was Friday. She wanted to see him. Just to talk. Talk about anything...
That day Maggie avoided any looks and talks of little importance. It turned out to be avoiding everything. Full of tension, though denying it to herself, she waited for her phone to ring. Maggie truly wanted to see him; just an hour with him... She could well pass beyond any prejudice. Hardly had her phone rung till the last class. Eventually, it did. A message:
Hey! The station. 3 o'clock?
- S.
A wave of sweet relief passed through her.
I'll be there.
- M.
Maggie, dreaming of the forthcoming, did care little about conscious reality. Walking down the boulevard, she listened to James Bay's Hold Back the River . The bustling now of the somehow affecting her. From where she started, a mess, a ball of confusion, a kiss bringing too many questions, now she felt relief of simplified image. Planning could not find ots place in her image. Having realised for a moment how superfluously overrated planning was, she decided to let herself on the flow. How trivial could an ending be?! You haven't seen yet.
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