Why I don't like big trees anymore

I am going to write a story about how I don't really like big trees

anymore.

I used to really like big trees. I think it was because it symbolized to

me the concept of staying in one place for a long time. It reminded me

of home, or; what home is supposedly supposed to be: a place you stay

for a long time.

Compared to other lives, my life so far hasn't been too bad.
- Alice in Wonderland
- Mary Jane Shanon
- Grant McEwan
- Falconridge
- John XXIII
- Our Lady of Fatima
I only went to 6 elementary schools, including kindergarten. Some people

move around once a month or something like that. Or maybe, the world

lied to me and I have to pretty bad. I wouldn't know.

The longest I was ever at one school, back in those days, was 1 and a

half years. I met people there that I guess I'm okay with. I sit with

them at lunch now so that I don't look like too much of a loner. I don't

think they know that I think of them that way. I also went through Jr.

High with those children. Fun times. Not really.

Well, I think that about sums up why I like big trees. If you understand

me, skip the next paragraph. If not, read it, obviously.

[I never stayed long enough in one place to ever really make friends. I

mean, near the end of each episode, it seemed everything evened out and

I finally grabbed a couple people who I didn't mind me at all but before

something like that happened, there was always a phase where I was just

drifting through all the cliques, trying to find a place to play. I got

really good at lying at that part of my life. Lying makes people like

you temporarily. I never expected to stick around more than a year or so

though. But, wouldn't you know it, some of the biggest lies I made were

for the people I hang out with now. No wonder things are still a little

awkward. But I think they understand.]

So uhm... I liked big trees because I... seemed to want to stay in one

place for a while. But when I look around, I realize that maybe the time

to stick around has already passed. People already know people. Good

friends are already good friends. The trees that laid down their roots a

long time ago have already grown up to be the big trees that I used to

like.

I don't really like big trees anymore. When I look at them, I can only

imagine what could've been. I think to myself, "There must be people

here who met when those trees were smaller, and they still know each

other now, and they must be really good friends," and then I imagine

their faces and how much fun they have together and how they probably

wouldn't ditch each other no matter how hard things got because they've

known each other for so long already, they can't give up on it now, it

would be too much of a waste.

I think the saddest part is, I got the idea of "good, old friends," from

a comic book. A japanese comic book. 1/3 chance that ALL of it is a lie.

So maybe the world just lied to me. Maybe there aren't really people

like that out there. Maybe everyone's like me, wondering how long these

friends will stick around before everything inevitably changes,

surprised at each day they're still waiting at the lunch table with a

spot saved for him. But it doesn't look like that. I don't think the

world would function if everyone was as sad as me.

Which means that everyone else probably got over it.
"Trees will always grow. If you want a big tree to call your own, why

don't you just plant one now?"
I guess I'll just keep on the lookout or something. Hopefully something

comes up.

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