sim·plic·i·ty/simˈplisədē/noun
the quality or condition of being easy to understand or do.
Life could be so simple, but what would life be if there weren't obstacles that had to be overcome? Too simple for the human race. See we take advantage of everything that could be so simple and make it so hard. When everything could be so much easier.
Simplicity
Why cant I make life be so simple?
"Another shot please." I held up my shot glass, seeing that the bartender was attending to someone else.
I had been at the bar for a few hours, drinking wasn't something I did every weekend or even when I was stressed. Today was different, I needed a break from the chaos my home had partaken in over the last week. I hadn't dealt with the noise outside of work in quite a while, and it was new for me. The energy was different and everything was all over the place.
Kai sure was a messy toddler, and Sol didn't really have so much structure over her. She wasn't disciplined which is kind of relieving considering the way we were raised. Physical discipline was always the answer in an Afro-Caribbean household. I was glad to see that my sister did not pick up on those habits. Didn't mean I was happy to see my house wreck.
Since Sol and I conversation earlier escalated she called me a few times, but I decided to ignore her. I wasn't going to talk on her time or anyone else's time for that matter. One thing I did not do was kiss ass, and I wasn't going to start today.
"Tequila?" The bartender asked, it came out more rhetorical than an actual question since I had been there for the last few hours drinking the same thing.
"Rough night?" I heard a familiar Manish voice ask from beside me.
I didn't even bother to look over to see who the man was because I knew exactly who it was.
"Leave me alone Kaiser, today is not the day." I laid my head down on the counter, not even wanting to face him.
Kaiser was my "boyfriend" at a point of my life, but after I had graduated college he broke up with me, I hadn't talked to him since. I think it was genuinely for the better we had two separate plans and goals. He didn't like the thought of marriage and commitment, and I on the other hand wanted was the exactly that .
We had gotten together at the end of my junior year of college. He had been wanting me, but I declined every time due to the fact that I wanted to keep my grades up. I had promised him a date after finals were over for the second semester. We were inseparable, until we weren't.
"I just wanted to check on you. I saw that you were drinking, something you normally don't do, I just was concerned that's all." Was all he said, before walking off dramatically like he used to when we were once together.
He always had a way of making me feel bad for shutting him out when that's all he ever did since knowing him.
I looked his way once more, before looking away completely.
"Another round please."
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Another few hours had passed, I was now sitting outside of my house in my car listening to "Come and see me" by PND and Drake. The volume was low, and I took another sip from my wine cooler. I was lost in my thoughts per usual.
Why did things have to be so complicated? As much as I wanted to barge into my home, and curse Sol out for disrespecting me. I didn't.
