Watermelon seeds of truth
September 21, 2011
The Beginning
Ah, to be young again. What am I saying? I’m 16 and not even done with a quarter of my life. Instead I should say: Ah, to be younger again. Yes, I know that we all secretly wish our teachers would give us nap-time just cause, but alas it never happens. We go through our lives constantly whining of what was and what will never be. However letís face it. We were stupid. We just accepted everything as it was and never questioned authority. When we were small, we listened to our parents and from this they concurred that our obedience was cute. Now we’re thinking for ourselves and are learning to break away from them. The constant guilt trips wonít work on me though. I’m onto them. I’ve learned. I’m almost an adult.
Those are the worst kinds of seeds. If you swallow them whole you will grow a watermelon in your stomach and no one wants a watermelon in their stomach. Luckily, I made sure to never swallow those seeds. Good thing I listened to my mom. I mean, if I hadn’t I would be walking around with a watermelon in my stomach. I never understood this lie. After childhood I swallowed my fair share of watermelon seeds. But once as a kid I swallowed a seed and cried uncontrollably, thinking I was going to die from a watermelon inflicted death. It would have been easier if she hadnít said anything about the watermelon seeds in the first place. As high-schoolers weíve come to acknowledge these lies, but as we further progress into our lives we’re going to need to spot many more watermelon-seed type lies.
Are we there yet?
On an early summer morning I remember being woken up at 4 a.m. by my Dad for our road trip to Disneyland. I remember it being only an hour or so away from Cupertino. Whenever we went further than San Francisco which is 10 to 15 minutes away, by the way it was always an hour or so. That was the reply I got to my are we there yet? Being younger it was easier for my perspective of time to be manipulated by my parents, they took advantage of that. I feel not much has changed concerning time. But instead, the tables have turned.
Mom: When will you be done with your homework?
Me: In an hour or so.