Utopia: My Idea of Paradise

           Paradise; a wonderful thing if you're in your own. My idea of a perfect paradise is somewhere I'm totally submerged in silence. When I say silence, I mean the total absence of other people. When I'm alone I feel free, I feel that I'm not only happy, but content with myself and my surroundings. The air is just above room temperature and it's just perfect enough to wear a yellow tank top with blue denim shorts and a pair of flip-flops that hang off my toes when I cross my legs. I'll be sitting in a nice cushioned chair complimented by a desk that is settled just above my belly. Of course, what you may think if I'm sitting on a char at a table that I must be reading a book; indeed, I will, in fact, be reading a book, but the book isn't just any book, it's Facebook. 

          Oh Facebook, the wonders of Facebook; the magnificence of Facebook; the lure of Facebook; the provocation of Facebook. The wonders of Facebook can keep you in its grasp for as long as you can bare. When I'm on Facebook, I'm contacting other people while being alone; while not looking into their eyes; while being immersed in silence. On the other hand, if things get too quiet, there is a chance that I may turn on the music player on my computer. The ideal music for me is a mix: the Beatles, the Who, Queen, the All-American Rejects, and maybe some Fallout Boy and Green Day (mainly anything that's bearable to the ears). The volume of my music will depend on my mood. If I'm in a blissful, exultant mood I'll set the volume up high where I can be able to get up and dance in front of the mirror when I feel the urge to. Although, if I'm in a mellow, withdrawn mood, I'll set the volume low so I can chill to the sounds of the Beatles.