For those of you that Know my wife and I on here I wanted to share an allegory my 16 year old wrote. He is a very deep writer and I would like to know what any of you think.
I wrote you guys an allegory:
A dead man walks into a bar and orders a drink. He looks at the bartender and orders whiskey. The bartender looks at the man’s decrepit, sad, and lonely face only to step back in disgust. He orders the man out of the bar immediately and so the man leaves.
A seemingly but falsely happy man walks into another bar. The same man. He looks at the bartender and orders whiskey. The bartender looks at the man’s eager, enthusiastic, and excitable face and says it’s on the house. The man drinks his whiskey and leaves. He thanks the bartender for his kind work and goes home.
A lonely man enters his house and loathes his own existence. Slightly inebriated by the whiskey, he sits on the floor of his dark, windowless apartment and cries himself to sleep. He hopes that he can end it all one day.
An unimportant, feeble man walks into the supermarket the next day. He is not there to buy groceries. He is just there to feel as if he has a place to be. A woman approaches the man and they talk. This woman is nothing like any other person in the world so they become acquaintances. Acquaintances become friends, and friends become partners. She moves into the friendly man’s apartment and tells him she loves him. She tells him that she does not care about his depression, and that he can be happy if he is willing to try. The revitalized man believes her.
A clean-cut, shaven man sleeps. His significant other lies awake next to him in bed. As the euphoric man breathes softly, the beautiful woman notices the scars on his arm. Every night, she takes to counting them much like one would count sheep. Then she decides that for every scar is a year she should be with him. When she finally reaches the hundreds, she stops to kiss him on the forehead before drifting away into a serene sleep.
A hurt man stares and does not say a word as the stressed woman packs up her things and leaves. She tells him that she can no longer live with his negativity and that she needs a place where she can be happy. The man is too much of a hassle and she says she feels like a babysitter rather than a lover. The man watches her as she leaves for the last time but does not try to get her back. It is just another cruel joke that life has to play on him.
And old-looking, cruel man walks through the park at night. People laugh at him and make fun. To the world, he is just the mean old man who lives on his lonesome. The man takes walks every day but it does not help his mood. It makes his mood worse.
A hopeless man sits alone in his room and ties a rope. The rope hangs from the ceiling fan as he ties a specific knot and feels a strange sense of pride as well as sadness as he stands on a chair. The man thinks of the people he has seen and views them all differently than they view him. He sees the faces of each individual as they are but they see him as they wish to see him. The dead man thinks of humans and sees in a new way. He sees neither black people nor white people. He sees grey, lifeless people. And they are slowly fading.