Pride: Good or Bad

            Pride is a deep topic, however I always wonder, is pride good or bad? There is good pride and bad pride, my friends and enemies often have pride in them. My friends have the good type of pride, but my many enemies are full of narcissism. What is good pride? What is bad pride? Hmmmmmmmm... Let's see...

            Good Pride: Pride is part of everyone's personality, but it's good pride that is important to have. I think that good pride is characterized by proudness but not in a conceited way. Everyone will be proud of themselves at some time in their life.

           Bad Pride: A lot of the people I'm not fond of all have part of their disposition filled with conceit. A lot of them are in my school and annoy me at any second possible. There is this girl (I'm not naming names) but she is such a show-off and she displays a head full of braids every single day. She thinks she's Katniss and wears a brown shirt and some sport jacket everyday. She thinks she is the brightest mind in the world. I just can't stand those type of people. They're always prancing around thinking they're all that.  Stupid, isn't it? I hate those peeps, hate them! All stuck up and everything.

            I like to compare these people to peacocks. Always showing off their feathers. Trying to prove that they're better then everyone else. What annoys me even more is that they actually have friends. Some like hanging out with popular kids and this makes them feel cool but more like constipated, overrated, out-a-style, loser! These kind of people are also usually bossy too. I remember that in my dream a magical person (don't know what it was) gave me permission to murder a horrible person in the world that we can live without, so I grabbed a kitchen knife, the big kind and ran after the person I was to pursue. I found her sitting by a wall reading a book called How to be Popular. As I came after her with the kitchen knife, she tried to climb up the wall (stupid). But, she failed after getting 2 inches up. I came at her and killed her. I felt so triumphed! I even woke up with a great feeling in me.

            Oh, and I had this other dream where my mortal enemy and I were at the supermarket. As usual she had her hair in her flouncy french braids. As her mom was in the pasta aisle, I cornered her into the dairy section and pulled her ponytail-holder out. Her braids immediately came out. She ran crying to her mommy, how hilarious.