" All Good Things, End In Chaos"

 Ok, I have to have that for class, and it just struck me as perfect. I'm writing about my first trip to the Renn Faire. (Yes, I still have it on the brain) Any one, who knows the story, should understand why. Until this year all my trips to Renn have ended in some sort of fight, usually on the drive home. The first still being the most resounding image in my mind. I can still see the looks on everyone’s faces, I can still clearly remember what words were used, and most importantly I remember being thrown into the middle of the aftermath.

 For this particular story, I end off my story where Allie is yelling at Jon to "get the fuck off her property." I'm not sure exactly why I decided to end it there, but it works really well. I mean, I know I have to skip around a lot in my story for it to end like that, and defiantly cut out pretty much a whole day of that trip, but it till makes for an effective story. More importantly I can meet the length requirement! XD

Back to those six words I wrote at the top… Besides just being for school, those few words really do seem to say everything. From most of my memories all really good days seem to end in some sort of fight or catastrophe. I honestly can’t remember one occasion that I was really looking forward to ever ending on a happy note. I mean, the day may have ended well, but then someone had to come along and ruin my high.

I don’t know why but just hearing about someone’s bad experience tends to put a damper on almost any occasion for me. I guess part of it is because I tend to make it my personal responsibility to help in whatever way I can. It’s a bad habit. I mean I’m glad that I try, but sometimes I try a little too much and put myself in the middle of a stich that I really had no reason to be brought into in the first place.