House of Red

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An essay I had to do. Relating myself into a house.

Submitted: May 28, 2010

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House of Red

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The House of Red, though it may seem old, is still young, although battlestriken. It was built upon the grounds of friendship, honesty, and being a gentleman. The foundation for this old house has been built on three things we all have experienced one time or another in our lives; Memories, both decent and poor, friends, and, if you throw in a beat-up broken down heart, you’ll get the perfect mixture.

This dwelling has seen and been through a lot, both on the outside and in; hits, kicks, cuts, burns, bled, bitten, broken wrist, messed up back, knees, and hip, falling off a house, and countless other things. Signs of an old man, don’t ya think? Although, the inside has seen the same amount of love as my body too; girls I have had crushes on and have liked, all crushed in a variety of ways, loved only once, yet, like the many girls I’ve liked, busted into pieces.

If this residence has its faults, then it must be its outer shell and its heart. True, it may not be the best looking house out there, but, ya know, its not all about how the siding looks, its about the inside that counts. Yet, the inside is sometimes a traitor in its own body at times. Fixing it though may take sometime. This heart has been through a lot, although, I keep trying and trying, I keep getting hurt and crushed, but, I still make an effort.

This house may have been through a lot, but it will still be in use for a while still. Labor, a friendly game of soda pong, and an old life? I foresee this in this old house. And, maybe a few things in between, you never know.

I am glad the builders of this aged house have stayed with it for this long, although, I could be a builder of this house too. Why this house was built, we will never know. Maybe it was built to endure the misery in this world? Or, maybe it was built to be a kind soul to be there for everyone in this world? How it was built this way, I might know.

Last year, I was deeply down in the dumps and really had no one there for me as a friend. I was very shy. I thought there was no point in my life. But, I never thought of suicide. I thought, “No one would give a damn about me even if I ended my life.” But, like the song You Stepped into My Life by the Bee Gees, a certain person did and gave me hope to cling on to. One thing lead to another, and, long story short, I meet a lot of new people, became friends with those people, and here I am now; a grumpy old man, that loves and cares about his friends and people in this world.

Will this old, banged up house stand the test of time? Lets hope for the best. As long as its main feature, something else you sick, dirty minded people, doesn’t fall off, and its “builders” keep up with the repairs, this house will be fine.

-Red


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