Curiosity Killed a Friendship Essay -- Personal Narrative Essays

How many muckle wonder ab issue holes in the ceiling and cracks on the floor? When did they pass? What caused them? Or what about when you see a cigarette in souls hand and ask yourself how do they feel about hummer even though they know its dangerous. And even if people do think about these things, why? For what purpose? I guess I do it out of boredom. But is boredom in reality an excuse? I mean, really, how bored can a person get? I dont suppose it is boredom after all, probably curiosity, which can build to all sorts of lengths, and I believe it most certain(a)ly starts there. How else can you explain why I want to know what happened to a certain somebody when a certain somebody else, punches them in the eye? I am almost compulsive it isnt boredom, solely curiosity and that is where and how I try to make whizz of this story. It begins on a nice hot October morning, with birds singing and flowers in rich bloom, ok, not really. I live in Washington for crying out loud. Bu t how awesome would it be if it worked out that way. It really would put something good-looking into this mesh of words. Actually it really didnt have a starting place, but starting people. A host of friends. All the people in this group and all the people that surrounded this group were a part of my liveliness and some still are. I dont really represent why, but at first I really did enjoy hanging out with these people. I guess maybe because they were cool, but I mean we never really did anything cool. So basically we sat around pretending to be cool, because we were considered cool. Or maybe it was just the others that were considered cool. I really dont know, but pretending to be cool was just not all that cool to me. I dont gain how people can hang out w... ...re. Sadly, the infection, the disease had taken over me too. I had officially become part of the crew, in fact that nonpareil conversation, everything I hated about myself and anything else bestowed upon me had bee n poured out, through words on my phone. The girlfriend I told this to was very upset and lost a friend. I went from the love to the hated in a matter of a fifteen-minute conversation. And quite frankly I was so upset that I really didnt care to let out to any of them again. I concluded not to do anything mean (wow, I really had become a bad person if I had to decide not to be mean). So maybe my story was pointless and you dont understand why I think curiosity is the cause of all things and why it kills all, but it killed my friendships, it killed my personality, it killed my life. But then she changed, a little, and we became friends again. Or at least(prenominal) I hope...