Mimi-cry

Chapter 2 - Me and Them

Chapter 2 - Me and Them

Sometimes I ponder, who has a brighter future, me, a person who sits in front of his computer every day, doing almost everything that I could think of doing, and of course, I'm not able to do them all, or those people that are in the same age as I am, but rather than spending time in front of the computer, they're spending time with their friends, most likely.

Mine

Pros: Hm... My studies are somewhat related to what I want to do in the future. And this character, yes, this exact body I’m using, has a steep learning curve. But it's not genius kind of steep, but maybe near it. And it can handle a lot of information and loves to know more.

Cons: I get dangerously sick two times a year or so. My physical body tends to destroy itself whenever I try to run. I may have a none too skinny body build, definitely fatter than those runway models that torture themselves by fasting and not eating the second bar of chocolate. I have, somewhat, only a few friends.

Theirs

Pros: They get to have many friends. They socialize. They make many friends. They get to talk to people. They get to experience life outside the area in front of a PC. Seriously, I don’t really know the pros of this. Maybe, 40-50% higher chance of coitus? Getting to experience love? Well, I’m not really sure, internet couples do pop up from time to time.

Cons: And when they do spend time in front of a PC, they don’t know the boundaries of that system they’re using. Whenever they have a PC related problem, they come to people like me. Whenever something new pops up, they ask characters with the same build as me. When they don’t know the meaning of a certain word, instead of searching it in the net, they ask me.

I’m not going to delve deeper into those details.

Well, here I am, standing in front of one of the most prestigious universities in this city. The whole perimeter is blockaded with a wall, almost two meters high.

Students are walking to school, some of them holding their handheld devices and minding their own businesses, while others are simply strolling, looking at sceneries, waiting for someone they know to just pat them on the back and make themselves known.

I, on the other hand, am on my own.

The angel, that I was with a while ago, had her hair flailing sparkles all over the air around her. Each bounce of her hair, from left to right and vice versa, seems to shake my heart. Even while staring at the figure of her back, she’s so magnificent. The only thing missing is that she’s wearing some sort of a white veil, and has wings attached to her back, accompanied by a halo floating on top of her head.

But enough about the angel and my unnecessary thoughts, it’s actually a little depressing that I’m walking alone to school.

I don’t have any friends not because no one likes me; it’s just that I choose not to have one. I think that getting myself involved with other people is too much of a nuisance. I have trouble with dealing and handling myself, what more if I started adding other people’s problems into mine. But yeah, having a friend might sound good right now.

I walk into the campus and take in the atmosphere of the school.

Despite the fact that there are so many socialization spots in this school that serves more as an escape from teachers and seatwork, it still gives off the feeling of learning and promises a lot of knowledge within it.

I don’t want to sound like an ass or a showoff, but I do love learning and knowing more about this world and realizing the hidden things unknown to man. And maybe even win some sort of an award, like a Nobel Prize or something.

My footsteps deflect off the ground and into my ears as I strut along the walkway of the university.

I am somewhat interested in how other people get to live without knowing the structure of what they’re using.

Sometimes, I’m not really sure why other people call themselves smart, and they fail miserably at knowing things around them. They think they’re smart, but the more you know about this world and the mechanisms behind it, the more you realize that you know so little about everything.

I can’t call myself smart. I’m not in any kind of position to do so. Others, who think I’m smarter than them and don’t like me that much, find it boastful when I say I’m not smart. I don’t know why, but who can figure out what kind of actions us humans can do at a whim.

So, here I am now, walking in this blissful path to my classroom, encouraging more knowledge as I grow deeper into the roots of the world’s knowledge.

I spot a one or two students sleeping lazily on a bench or a nearby tree. I can’t believe that they can waste their time sleeping rather than spending their time doing something more useful. Tho, I’m not really seeing the whole story, and maybe they’re asleep because they’ve actually already done a lot of things and just took a moment to rest. Who am I to judge, right?

And on that note, I do think sleeping is wonderful, but is such a waste. You see, the average human spends 1/4 of their lifetime sleeping. Then let’s say that you will live for 70 years, and 1/4 of that is around 18 years, and as you know, 18 years is actually quite a lot.

Scientifically, I haven’t seen any kind of solid journal that states what sleep is for. I don’t know, maybe I haven’t read enough journals or found the correct one, but I don’t see anything. The only effect that sleep gives us is that we aren’t fatigued the next day. And if we don’t sleep enough, we get too tired. And if we don’t sleep at all, we could die. But I don’t know where all that fatigue comes from.

If you’d ask me, the only reason I sleep is because I get sleepy, and it is relaxing, but I see it as leisure, not a requirement.

Okay, those thoughts again.

I should stop letting my thoughts go haywire.

Well, thinking all that has actually gotten me spaced out that I didn’t know I was already sitting on my seat in our classroom. I am so automated that I didn’t even have to think where my classroom is. It’s like instinct.

I’m in my class, but there are only a few of us here.

My classes start 15 minutes before all of the other classes start.

I’m not really sure why, but other classes start at 7:30am but ours starts at 7:45am. I don’t see any reason why unless it’s actually requested by the professor, but I don’t see why it’s delayed.

So yeah, after a few while, a lot of them have arrived in time, and a few late ones.

This day going to be really boring.