A Writer's Day

Everyone must think that doing great things is forming a scar in other people’s lives. It’s your scar; your trademark. A different scar that only you, and you alone can mark them. But don’t you think that the scar you just tagged in the world matters the most?

Einstein was a prominent person and not even one conscious living entity in this planet must not know him (Maybe babies or out of school youth peeps but they don’t count to the ‘Conscious Living Entities’ population, I guess.) We might not recall all the formulas he had done but we surely remember the great Albert Einstein for contributing a lot to the brains of the cognizant people which half of them never cared of knowing when and how they should use E = mc squared.

Here I go again. After reading a mainstream book with full of depth, not to mention a classically fabulous book, I am writing about random things. I think it can catch other people’s attention. Maybe after writing about the parallelism between Einstein and prominence that people always wanted, it might help them decipher that they should not always think of popularity and gaudiness. It doesn’t make a lot of sense but somehow, it does. I don’t know if this is ostentation or I am just really bored. Nonetheless, writing this doesn’t make me feel any better.

I checked my Twitter account for the nth time today. My notifications are normal. Some are just from my friends from school and some are from my friends from Twitter. And another is from my reader. (It was awesome but I was a little bit unsatisfied)

 I am a self-proclaimed story writer which, I think, is entirely an overstatement. I am not that good myself. Sometimes, I also wonder how and when I started grabbing a pen and jotting my reveries on a piece of paper. This could be congenital or this could also be the effect of having a practice every free time. Or somewhat, it was infused, a fetish or a fad maybe? I don’t know. It just makes me feel better. A lot better.

I scroll up and down the screen of my laptop while checking some books to read. I cannot believe myself because I seldom do it. Why in the names of Zeus and Hera am I trying to find a new book to read? This is not a fetish of mine! Maybe I just feel like reading after finishing a mainstream book.

I just have to go back to Google and search a short story instead but since I couldn’t find an appealing one, I return to the titles of the book I just searched earlier. Every book isn’t free. Why would I waste 4 dollars for this? No one guarantees that I could finish that book, whatever it is. And one more thing, I do not have a credit card. For goodness’ sake, I am a student.

Time check: 1:00 pm.

I am bored so I stand up and fix myself. I dress up with my simple black t-shirt under my pink hoodie, jeans and pair of slippers. I’m going out even if it’s raining. I just can’t take the environment of being alone and having my invisible shadow as my company.

I almost leave the dorm when I received another vote for my wattpad story update. I lock my phone and head out. I surprisingly don’t care. Then, I see this girl (who I’m not acquainted with) who lives in the same dorm as mine together with her boy best friend (They say they are best friends) and they are probably going somewhere.

 I walk out after them.

It’s raining and people are heading north, south, east and west. I am not sure whether which group I should follow. The two are heading north. I end up heading straight ahead to my east.

It’s just drizzling so I closed my umbrella. I walk straight to my favorite ice cream store and order a cup of my favorite Avocado ice cream. They are always available.

Is it just me or is eating ice cream perfect for the weather?

“Here you go, Hallie.”

They know me. I am a regular customer.