Reverse Pioneering

In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.

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It was a couple days after everything that I got the plane ticket to New York from my dad. I was excited to be back in the city. Around Mrs. Calderon, too. But as soon as I saw her I could tell something was different. She was divorced. It turns out Mr. Calderon cheated on her for almost the whole time they were married. That night I told her what happened back home. She said, "It happens at different times for different people, but it happens to everybody. It's the worst part about growing up - heartbreak. But it's a part of life." I told her it seems like a pretty big part. Through her tears she smiled and said,

"That's why you have to believe that life is more than the sum of its parts, kiddo."

I kind of felt my heart breaking for her but I knew that was no good. I wanted to do something for her but there wasn't anything. There wasn't one thing I could really do. The electricity wasn't in her eyes anymore. Her eyes were still reflecting what was there, but now it was the sadness. I started to see it everywhere.

It covers my eyes. Say there's some kids playing baseball. All I see is the one kid they won't let play because he tells corny jokes. And no one thinks they're funny. Or I see a boy and a girl in love and kissing. I just see that they're gonna be one of those sad old couples one day - who just cheats on each other and can't even look at each other in the eye. And I feel it. I feel all of their sadness. I feel it probably even worse than that sad old couple or that corny kid will ever feel it.

blog·ger noun

: the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. We have all this amazing technology and yet computers have basically turned it into four figure wank machines. People, they don't write anymore. They blog. Instead of talking they text. No punctuation. No grammar. "lol" this. "lmfao" that. It just seems to me that it's just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a proto language that resembles more what the cave men used to speak rather than the King's English.

Hence my self-loathing.