Yours Truly, Highness (An OCD Experience)

Outside (Empty Streetlight)

It wasn't until my moist skin caught a brisk cool breeze sweeping through the neighborhood of Cherry Creek. "Chilly" is a rather unusual temperature for a summer night. It made the bricks from the building walls, the roads, and the sidewalks, all seem like the rotten flesh of the undead. Cricket chirps tingled my nerves every step I dragged myself to make. Looking up, I could see straits of stars positioned in their places, and the silver crescented smile (or frown, however you wanted to interpret it) torn open in the midnight blue. 

The night sky is always blue, never black. Claiming the night sky to be black is what the technology of mankind wanted us to believe, all the fanciness that the city lights cast upon the rich pigs and the complex architecture to dazzle our blurred perceptions, that we are the utmost center of the universe, that we are the sole dominant species, superior to everything else. Businesses use lifeless objects to attract our filthy lust with no asswipe, they open up everywhere in a random corner to pull victims in, to experiment in their stupid deceptions. We no longer feel a sense of duty, but rather, to live in the moment without a second thought. 

And through idiots upon idiots, there was no relevant virtue to uphold anymore. What had once brought us to this state of living was no longer there. We use, we abuse, and we waste. But no matter how you look at it, we are the wasted.

Wasted... something that video game characters are hardly subjected to.

Oh, and yeah, I've never mentioned anything about my hometown yet. 

I live in Denver, the heart of Colorado.

It's a pretty underrated place among the major U.S. metropolises. I mean, Denver's a big city that's often lively yet not overcrowded like, let's say, New York City or San Francisco. We have great food, we have friendly faces from all parts of the world, and we are also near the Rocky Mountains (which explains the constant traffic downtown and on highways). There are so many things to do here that involve outdoor activities, I would bike with friends to Bear Creek Park and back for two to three hours straight, all the while in the peaceful suburbs away from the downtown ruckus.

But sometimes, living in the suburbs does get a little lonely. It doesn't make it any better to throw myself into the populated downtown area when I don't even know anyone there. In those moments when I do venture through Larimer Square or Wewetta Street, those narcissist two-legged freaks are nothing more than moving algae under the sea waves.

For me, the people of Denver aren't very good at getting to know each other. They only see you on a very basic level and leave you be with their fake smiles. It makes no sense whatsoever not trying to understand others in depth. They find friendship to be a simple tool rather than a valuable asset.

I'm not entirely sure about the other neighborhoods, but for Cherry Creek, just a two-bedroom apartment's monthly rent is figured at two thousand dollars. That explains why my dad has to work overnight and barely gets sleep because every extra hour offered at his job is vital to afford a family sized residence. Because the housing prices are rising across all of Denver, it isn't always a smart idea to move somewhere cheaper, for the figures can change dramatically at any time. Plus, I doubt dad wants to degrade our living conditions, so he's giving up a lot for us to stay happy.

I wish I could thank him, but I never had the gut to tell him face to face. We have argued a lot in the past because I was nothing but a shameful troublemaker who never listened to what my parents tell me. As time passed on, it became harder for me to communicate with them thanks to my ever-growing ego. Growing up, I sometimes thought I could take on adult responsibilities, but then the next day I would regress into a knave's status feeling pathetic and all that crap.

I never wanted to think about how rough and rotten of a life I've gotten myself into, but because of what happened tonight, I felt the need to impress her with what my world can offer even if it was no more than some "nightlife entertainment".