Humans are messed up creatures. We really and truly are. There is something wrong with every single one of us. Some of us have many things wrong; I happen to be one of them. I am a very flawed, messed up person, I will happily admit to that. I have, however, noticed a universal fault in almost every person I’ve encountered in my short 16 years of life.

People are houses. That’s the best way I can put it. Some people are straw houses. Everyone knows the Three Little Pigs fairytale that we all read in kindergarten. The first little pig, like many people, built a straw house. It protected him and provided him with everything he needed. That is, until, the big bad wolf came along. In one swift, graceful puff the wolf blow down everything that pig had. His home, his wall of protection, was gone. Unfortunately, we know all too well the fate of said pig was truly tragic, but let’s keep my extended metaphor going and say piggy number one is still alive, what does he do? Does he build the house back up? No. It’s just not worth it. He needs something to protect him better. So what did he do? He got a new house.

Some people are glass houses. They spend all this time and effort building up something beautiful, something unique, yet so delicate. It protects you, then, just like that something happens and the house cracks. Slowly over time, the crack grows and grows and grows, till finally, the house shatters. A million pieces of shattered shelter, broken and sparkling like the dreams they had. You can rebuild the house, yes, but do you use the old pieces? Piece it back to together and hope to God that it will stay up when you can see the cracks where the perfect walls used to be. No, that won’t work. So what do you do? You get a new house.

Other people are brick houses. The strong ones, the protective ones, the ones we straw and glass houses seek for shelter when we don’t have any. These are the houses people need. These are the houses we wish we could build, but we can’t. So, we just rent them.

The point I’m trying to make is simple; as humans, we break, fall, crash, crawl into anything and everything. We get hurt, but we get over it. When our protective bubble pops, we seek shelter into other people. Is this good or bad? I don’t know. I need to know, because I’m in a crumbling glass house and I don’t see a brick one for miles.