Human Nature

Vivian walked towards the park by herself. It was cold this time of year, and she sort of wished that she’d brought her heavier coat. Her father would be upset that she wasn’t home yet but really, she’d rather be anywhere else than home. Being home meant being with her chaotic older brother, whom everybody loved despite his disgusting habits and impudent behavior. And then there was her extraordinarily vapid and empty-headed younger sister Madison. Madison was so ‘precious’ and so ‘amazing’ even though Vivian was sure that the girl couldn’t count past ten. 

Vivian was just so tired of it. Tired of human nature to flock to the beautiful, the charismatic. She wasn’t beautiful. Sure, she was pretty with her copper curls and soft lips but not compared to her glamorous, superficial sister. Vivian had come to nearly hate those who were fortunate enough to be beautiful and even more to hate those who had natural grace and charisma. Why couldn’t humans appreciate talent or wisdom? If you could catch a football, you were a god. If you could compute formulas as fast a calculator, you were a loser.