One day, I got a call from one of my friends, and they told me that, they will have a small get together, and partying around. We decided to meet at our old company's location, as that place is now abandoned, so we will be placed there, enjoying guzzling. The place is secluded, so we can have a good time, making a bonfire, and doing binge eating, and drinking pints. I don't want to feign that, I have forgotten the woman I loved, but I remembered her intensely, but there was nothing I could do. I may never meet her, not on my Nelly. This get together would be a brief stint for me, refreshing the memories. I was in the hermit of my life, as of my nature, I am an Ambivert; however, I have sixty percent of introverts, and forty percent of extroverts in me, and this made up my nature. I shirked going to parties, but it doesn't mean that, I had never been to parties, but I selected about which party to visit or not.
I contribute fewer talks, when it comes to party, as I am silent in this situation. I wasn't a pretender, so preferred to stay original, and there was situations, where I was subjected to teasing, but I never subdued. Luck stroked me rarely, and I knew that better. I was getting ready for the reunion, and not get my life in spectacle. I thought, if I had enough funds, so I would have taken them to Riviera. My life was in steerage, but still hoping for getting on the deck of the ship of my life, enjoying what I didn't do in the past. Life would be kind enough to show its greener side, however, life has a way to impugn me. I am on God's good humour or have a lucky hand at poker. A real man makes his own luck, it's easy to converse, but it takes toiling and slogging in lots or the person should know to capitalise on opportunities, and I always have the former. I would not rely on rootless existence, which seems appealing to me, so I thought of putting down my roots. My life will not wind up without hassling me, and it had wound me. I intend to make few plans, but only few works out, I have to take life as it comes at me, and to make each day count. Hold on to the railing of life, and not to peek at the troubles. There are occasion when trouble will come sneaking behind us, when we are at pantomime performing our play. It was beneath me to be selfish for fulfilling my desires.
The plan was made on Saturday, and we will reaching the morning, thus partying all day up till night, and return home on Sunday morning. The whole night, we will turn cocky after guzzling down the pints, inebriated, and thus talking in the air.
