Ramblings from the Green

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is something I wrote in my diary whilst sunbathing on the Green opposite my flat. It sounds to be like the ramblings of a mad person, but I thought I'd put it on here to see what other people think of it.

Submitted: May 31, 2009

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Ramblings from the Green

The Green - 17:56

  The sun keeps disappearing and reappearing as a group of clouds fly slowly in front of it. When it's out, it's so bright it impairs my vision slightly, rendering all the people sunbathing around me into blurred figures of light. They seem perfect and happy. However, when the sun is hidden, the figures become clear people. Humans. Humans with problems. Humans with flaws. Although they keep onsmiling, as soon as the sun goes I wonder how many of these people's happiness is a front. At least one of these people will have lots of bills to pay. One of them will be in an argument with a loved one. Maybe one of them has recently experienced a death in the family. Divorce. Illness. Pain. Loss. Debt. Stress. All of these people must be experiencing all of these things, although I'll never know for sure.

  And then the sun comes out and they're all happy again. Their problems become figments of my imagination. I know that I don't need to worry about these problems of these people who I will never get to know. As selfish as it sounds, these people are simply extras in my life. In a film of my life, they wouldn't even have a speaking part. Minor characters whose lives and problems you never get to know about. And although they could all be doctors, lawyers and scientists for all I know, it is hard for me to imagine so many different brains thinking so many different things at the same time.

  The weird thing is, all of this has come out of my brain in the past 17 minutes, yet to them I am just an extra in their life. I would not have a speaking part in the films of their lives, yet in my film I would be in every scene.

  I'm starting to not make sense...


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