It has come to my attention as of late that my personality has some striking similarities to that of everyone's favorite red capped run away. I am slowly turning into Holden Caulfield, this I believe. It's no secret that Holden possesses many undesirable traits, and while he does not mean harm to harm others, his self absorbed, un-empathetic, pompous, naive, ass has been getting on the nerves of other characters and fellow reader for over sixty years. So it is with displeasure that I describe my life in relation to Holden's.
It all starts to days ago where a literary Picasso was rejected for a this I believe essay, This writing was vague, complex, and incomprehensible just like the nature of the universe. This was an essay to contrast with the high hopes and dreams of my classmates, every room needs a nihilist, someone needs to critical of reality. The uniqueness of this masterpiece was its downfall as no one else could see the beauty. Boy, this it was not worth a lousy F, it was the prince of papers, and I needed to rewrite it. This shows you what the goddamn school knows, they know nothing, they really don't. It really doesn't matter though, I'll write that essay and make it bleed insight and lousy beliefs. Writing these kind of things kill me, you just chew the fat for a while and the teachers knock themselves out, but you you want to write something intelligent they never want to hear it, they really don't. So here I am and while I need to write something I believe in, the lousy part is I already did that the first time. Here I am by the goddamn computer writing another paper, it should be on how I believe in family, I'm sure that they would love to hear that. How do you even believe in family, it is not something to believe in it's there. I know that I am almost failing every class besides english. But you know what I have never gone dancing in thirty year olds, wait actually I did that at a wedding in Mexico. Goddam comparisons, well I still don't drink heavily, but I guess that can change if I start doing that madman stuff again. I don't have a red hunting hat, I wear a bandana. Most importantly Holden is a loser and a hypocrite, while I'm not. So from now on I'm not going to flatter others, but I'm going to do the complete opposite, really I am. No more flattery only insults. I'm not going to call call up girls because they are attractive rather I'm only going to talk to lousy looking girls because I feel a little sorry for them. Who needs goddam people I don't. I'm actually just going to live in a cabin by the woods where these things aren't a problem where the liars and the goddam flits don't go. They can stay in the city, I'll have my field. I can paint, and listen to nature, but not read. I can't stand another phony essay.
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