As of late, I have found myself repeating the same phrase over and over in my mind: Bucket.
Of course, I don't actually say the word bucket, but two one-syllable words similar to it. Why you ask?
I am full of teenage angst. I don't know why. I am a rebel without a cause, and quite honestly, I just wanna do something bad for once. My mother is especially controlling and overbearing, and I'm kind of sick of it. I don't want to be good anymore, at least not for now. I want to do a bunch of things I've seen in movies and things I'm just not allowed to do.
I wanna get in a fight, and sing on tables, and wear boots with shorts, and wear makeup, and roll around in mud, just roll around in it, I wanna play music too loud, I want to skip class and drink Mountain Dew, and go trick or treating, and paint my room, and I want to wear rain boots for no reason, and smash stuff!
I feel angtsy and rebellious and mad for no reason. I'm also a reasonably bored honor student, but that's besides the point.
One day, my dear Mongo, you will understand the thrill of being able to say "bucket". Right now, I know you hate cursing and any other forms of foul-mouthedness, but when you are older and less inclined to gasp or glare when people cuss you will begin to understand it's appeal.
Saying "bucket" opens up a world of opportunity! It separates you from the ties of responsibility and frees you up to do a whole host of things would have never otherwise done! "Bucket" lets me sleep at night. "Bucket" leaves me guiltless. "Bucket" lets me write an essay the night before it's due and get an A on it. "Bucket" makes me a bold youth.
You know who else said bucket? St. Philipine Duchesne. She said, "bucket" and came to America. Our founding fathers said, "Bucket" began this great nation. Neil Patrick Harris said "Bucket" and became awesome.
And you know what I want to do? I wanna say "bucket", put on bright red lipstick, and ask my mother, "What are you going to do about it?"
Of course, she would scrub my face with iron wool, but it's the gesture that counts.
Final summation: When you say bucket, there is no turning back. You will either win epically, or go out with bang.
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