Chapter One: My quarter meltdown
There aren’t any words to describe it. I needed to experience a different anything, one that felt foreign and yet so familiar when it came to influence. I have always been a fan of the Beat generation. If you haven’t heard of them they were these people who in a way, ride chaos like storm chasers. Hooked on drug alcohol and an affair with the city’s devils, it was a lifestyle that was young and dangerous. They were the all-time greats, in writing that is. I wasn’t in a very good place right now, I’m still not, and I figured, why not take on a little adventure that’ll spark up a little verve in my dull grey life. Why not mimic a usual Wednesday night of the original beats? So one Saturday night, I decided to be someone else.
It was a friend’s party, if you were ever a teenager it would probably mean a movie and a dinner with your buddies. The whole morning we had a culmination of a certain themed month, perform our songs and then go back to our campus to the classrooms and celebrate the month’s end and wish a happy birthday to anyone who had just celebrated their birthday, in this case it was my friend. A cake was blown and a cake was thrown. A certain endorphin is sent when you have fun in a controlled place, it was fun but you can feel a limitation. Once all the icing was gone, we hugged each other a not so goodbye because we were going to meet up later.
I’m a little new to the idea of going out with friends for the very reason that I don’t “go out” a lot. I was always more of a home body. I’d spend so much of my weekends watching movies, scrolling through my twitter and Facebook feeds and just being with myself. The isolation has dragged me into a new low. Add that with constant family noise, I was feeling like a big bubble of negativity coated the house. A life sucking force field that took an all positivity in my life and replacing it with worry, relative gossip, and my nth lesson on the certain types of bad people I shouldn’t be in any relation with; for today’s topic: parental disappointment on early parents a.k.a. Teen pregnancy. There was too much hate and too many whispers that it was too much for me. I had to flee or else I would have gotten insane.
It’s four in the afternoon, my hair was straightened, my clothes were picked out and I was ready. Again there was a constant nag about transportation problems and all the excitement from the morning’s activities went down the drain, and I was feeling flushed and faceless, but I knew I had to power through the day and so I put on my default “I’m fine mask”; my mask to help me get by. It ended up having my sister drive my friends and I to the mall, the car ride was nice too, I had played the role of “sister” very well I’d say.
When we finally got there, we looked for our friends and decided on what movie we wanted to watch. The options always had a downside to them, “the movie had bad ratings”, “Action movies are getting old”, “and we’re too young”. No one could really make up their minds. This went on for about 20 minutes, if you are anything like me, I think standing in front of the movie list in a mall makes you look crazy, we looked lost, almost nomadic really. When all hope was lost to make a movie decision on five films, we thought it’d be best to go to a movie house instead. We paced our way to the nearest taxi line, while my good friend, who has a girlfriend showed me pictures hot 16 year olds in bikinis and a few other pictures of weird snap chats he received from his friend.
When we got to the taxi line we met up with a few of our classmates from school who just got back from a sports game, which they won of course, for the very reason that, and I quote “they’ve never won a game the entire season” , a rather skitty eupemism for "they sucked metaphorical balls".Anyway, some though it was best to stay in the mall and but others wanted to come with.When we were waiting in line, there was this pregnant woman ahead of us who for some reason wanted us to take her taxi, because she felt like the driver carried tension, something you wouldn't want to be around when you're carrying a gigantic potato human on you uterus for 7 months, and so we did take the cab... and what do you know, she was dead on with her magic pregnancy senses. We were just a block out, when another steam head driver opened our taxi driver’s door and went all bazzerk on him.
