This occured Friday night last week. I was sitting at a table listening to the Night Visions album by Imagine Dragons. My FUT Minna pictures were doing a slideshow.
Then it came over me like a wave. If I were in school what would I be doing right then? Its 9:40pm most likely I would have be chilling in my house, or pursuing the things that give me peace. Things like walking home from school at night, alone with my thoughts and escorted by a little fear. Sometimes staring at the lights from town make me happy. Other times taking in the beauty of the campus at night from the Penthouse of my complex does it for me. When can I do these again?
The fact that I Can not pursue any of my weird habits here really bores a hole thru my heart. I miss my buddies, who don't mind me visiting at really odd hours of the night. Or my room mate who has to bear with me disturbing him with Owl City music. Those are real good times.
I really miss school. Not school school. School outside the classroom, thats what I miss. Like every normal person, classrooms bore me.
Credit: Jerry X Based on true life events The events described herein happened to a bosom friend of mine. It is with his sad commission that I share this story. He believes that by some stroke of good fortune, this story could be a way out of his sadness. This the story of my beloved friend whom I shall not name to protect his identity. My friend met this lady at a professional engagement about this time last year. In his words “I caught sight of her when she stood up to introduce herself. She just stood out from the crowd. She was not just beautiful but she spoke intelligently. I knew if I did not get her number, I'd have fallen hand”. He further confided that I served as extra motivation. That he knew that if he let her go, I'd not tolerate any made up stories. While I feel humbled, I must clarify that I do not push my friends to go a-philandering. I just detest sloppiness, timidity and inferiority complex. So when my friend brought news of his new acqu...
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