Explosive Doubt

Courtnay - Stanwood, Washington
Entered on January 28, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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“There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.” These are words that were once spoken by Buddha. After my false bomb threat dilemma back in my sophomore year of high school I wish I hadn’t doubted myself the way I had.

It all started as a typical pointless day in 5th period when a classmate started looking through the contacts on my decayed phone. She stumbled upon the number for my prior school and called it on impulse. I just continued to stare at the wall as the moronic girl was just clicking away. Little did I know she had tapped into the “emergency tip hotline”. She asked me for a name. When she asked me this I thought of this cankerous little abomination of a girl who had hit my best friend’s car while playing car tag with her boyfriend. I blurted out the name doubting it would have any affect anything. I probably should’ve connected the dots that something wasn’t right. Suddenly she said the girl’s name then, “is gunna bomb the school.” And hung up. I forgot about the situation shortly after.

Days later I was sitting in class blankly when I was shocked to be informed school security needed me. There were two Lynnwood detectives interrogating me on if I recalled making a bomb threat. Afterwards I also had the entertaining experience of watching them hunt down my 5th period teacher and the real culprit. Ultimately I was labeled an, “accomplice to a terrorist” as well as given 10 days of suspension and barely escaping a few days in a lovely little place called, “Denny”. I had a hard time actualizing these ramifications.

I wondered how I had gotten myself into this little predicament. After pondering everything I always seem to find the root of the sequences traces back to the bad habit of doubt. It makes you second-guess your friends, as well as annihilates the trust in a relationship and obviously seriously affects my own self as well. If you bring the virus into your body you will always feel it burning through your veins each day of life. It can burn you from the inside out. On the other hand if you can escape the plague of doubt you can be immune to the poison and damage it can and will bring.