Froggie

"its a mad life i live. but who cares. i only have once to live it. so party lik theres no tml." I saw this personal msg that belonged to one of my msn contacts today. It made me look back on my 21yrs of life for a while, and I realized I never really did anything to "live" my life. Too slack and laidback. I had too naive a mindset I guess. My dad's over protectiveness didn't help either. I had almost everything a kid needed.

I guess all that made me happy to be the frog in the well. Well, reaching 18yrs old, the well sorta crashed, and froggie saw for himself the colours of life. He didn't like the colours he saw, cos' most of them were tainted black. Even the white had black in it. Froggie thought the world to be fucked up, nothing like life in the well. Black was the norm. Black was everywhere, on everything. Poor froggie struggled with that fact, and the fact that he too, wasn't as white as he thought he would be. Froggie is convinced that despite statistics showing christianity growing at a tremendous pace, Black is still pretty much everywhere.

3 years on, froggie begins maturing into a real frog. As in, a frog's frog. [(-__-) hahaha]. Froggie then delves deeper into the colour Black, making more discoveries. But. So what if he knows more now? He's not doing anything. Its so hard to fight Black..so why not go with the flow. Froggie says "i'm not that fucking weak." Yea, hes right. He's just lazy. He needs a spark. A painful kick to the nuts.

Mr Froggie is very mind-fucked now, very disillusioned.