Life in the Hood

My life is one filled with miserable experiences and uncomfortable circumstances. I don't know what it is, but the majority of people that I run into judge me without ever getting to know me. I mean well, and I just wish that people would take the chance to get to know me. They wouldn't judge a book by their cover, so why am I judged in a similar fashion? Perhaps, it's some of the people with whom I associate? Maybe that is my downfall.

An ordinary day in my life starts with getting picked up off the floor where I had been unceremoniously thrown the night before. I guess this treatment reflects the majority of my associate's lack of respect for normal customs. I then make my way down the stairs towards the breakfast table, getting a piggy back ride along the way. I tend to hang off my associates. I hope that this doesn't bother them. Breakfast usually consists of my associates eating a bowl of cereal and some sugary juice. If I'm lucky, I might get a splash of milk to consume from when my associates neglected to be careful while pouring it into their cereal.

Following breakfast, my associates and I begin to make our way towards his school. It is at this point that I begin to see the whole world in a better view. It is as if I had been upside down all morning, and had finally been flipped up to see the world in a clearer perspective. Along our way, my associates run into some of their companions, who are also accompanied by members of my species. We come in all sorts of colours and types. Some are red. Some are blue. Some are white. Some are black. Some have a big hole in their stomach. Some have stitches up their middle. Despite our differences, I think that we all share a common feeling of neglect and unfair judgement against us.

I then spend most of my time in hiding, along with my associates. They tend to not spend much time actually at school and spend most of their time huddled out in the cold at the back of the school. It's alright, though. They say some interesting things. However, I do wish that they would stop lighting that stinky plant on fire beneath the brim of my nose and stop pulling on me while they wrestle and fight.

At home, after a day at school, my associates and I have a nice hearty meal. My meal usually consists of fallen noodles, splashes of tomato sauce and drips of soft drink. Yum! Following dinner, I usually have to take a bath, as I reek of that stinky plant and my associates decide it is a good idea to wipe their food covered hands all over me following their meal. Oh well, after my bath I can curl up on a cozy, warm couch with my associates. It's a nice time to relax before I am neglectfully thrust upon the floor once again.