Today, I had this idea...
I've decided that I want to become a pen pal for a kid in St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital. Already, your mouth is gaping. Giftorcurse? That cynical bastard doing something kind? The thing is, I've changed. I'm no longer in the dark, in literary terms. Cynicism can be hazardous to your health if used in massive doses. Perhaps Rosseau was right about me. There is a light. I guess it was because I was inspired by a superhero I made up back in elementary school named Alphaboy. I thought of the optimism, the heroism, and the hope that he symbolized to me. I told Dad about it, but he reminded me that soon, I would have to focus all my energy on passing the HSAP. I've failed it several times, and if I screw up now, I'll be "flipping burgers at McDonald's" for the rest of my life. He was indifferent to the idea. Why?
My parents, Mom in particular, are some of the most jaded, nonchalant people you could imagine. My mother has openly stated that she is a nihilist, and that existence and morals are utterly pointless, created by the Establishment to keep us under control. They're cheap, too. Wouldn't spend a dime on a worthy cause. Mom would say they were con artists, or that the sick kids were brats that needed to suck it up and just die.
To this I say, NO.
I'm going to pass the HSAP, and I'm going to help a kid go the extra mile. I don't give a f**k how I do it.
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Yes, I'm still alive.