Zilch wrote:I don't know what's happened to me, but all of a sudden, I've never felt so depressed...it's like the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip...he walks under the stars and screams, "I'm signifcant!...said the dust speck...". Life just seems like a hoax to me now. I don't know what to believe...or how to believe in it...the thought that I really have only very little control over things bothers me...and what I am compared to the incredible universe around me...all I do is float on a rock in space, depending on God for everything...and it feels like...life...is just a void...a space I occupy. When I'm dead, my space gets taken...it's a neverending cycle...
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
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