Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Depth is in the eye of the beholder

"We're all a little shallow," he said.

"I suppose," she answered. What she didn't add but thought was that everyone was also pretty dang deep. She had learned that all groups fancied themselves smarter, elite in some way, and everyone, every single person alive, believed themselves to be deep. Because in the dark of night, even cheerleaders pondered the universe, death, and what it meant to be honestly and truly alone.

Maybe cheerleaders more than most.


  1. Ha, that made me smile. In a natural I'm-reading-along way.


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