The Meaning of Life

Last Saturday night I was at one of those parties where adults gather around pretending to be friends with each other. I laughed to myself as I looked around the room searching for something real. Were all these people as soulless as I imagined? I knew better. I bet all of them had dark secrets probably way worst than what I had hidden deep in the back of my closet. At one point I stepped outside to get some fresh air and stumbled upon a couple of kids smoking cigarettes and talking shit about their parents and their parent's friends. They trailed off as soon as they noticed me. "Don't mind me", I said, and stared off with my eyes closed hoping they would start talking again. Ugh. But of course not. As soon as someone my age steps in the room anyone worth talking to stays silent or leaves. "Life sucks", I whispered to myself. "What?", one of the kid answered. "Oh nothing", I said. I could tell they both thought I was crazy. Have you ever wanted to grab a kid by his ears and scream to him, "Nothing is what it seems!!!!" or "Happiness doesn't exist!!!!". A bit over dramatic I know, but sometimes now I wish someone had done it for me. I would thank them now for the heads up. I looked over at my company and asked them, "What are your passions in life?". They looked at me like I was crazy. One of them answered timidly, "I like football". "Me too!!!!", I responded eagerly. Both startled they looked at me. "Football is your passion also?". My inner voice laughed. "Well, I guess you could put it that way".