SO I was lost in the Matrix
May 6, 2011 § 13 Comments
It was cold, and I had no face:( But I am back, and this feels amazing to have my stuff back. Last night I got so pissed off I decided to fuck it all and get away from it. I went out with a couple friends, but can;t drink yet (tongue ring and all), and sitting around watching them get shit faced does not have its usual appeal. Especially since after a couple drinks all my friends decided I sounded incredibly funny and spent all their time laughing their asses off at me. Normally I would enjoy, but with frustration already at a high, I did not have the patience. So I killed some time just hanging out at a local Timmy’s waiting for C to finish his shift.
Have you ever willed time to pass?
Passes slow as fuck then, doesn’t it?
I played games on my phone, and read until the phone died, then I did a most dangerous pass time in Hamilton, people watching. Hamilton has more than it’s fair share of freaks. A crowd of kids were being rowdy and obnoxious, other patrons glaring at them. I had to laugh at their posing and posturing. They were all of maybe fifteen, if that. They were comparing their various piercing and tattoos, making sure to talk up how “painful” the places were, while at the same time insisting that they didn’t hurt THEM ofcourse. Street kids. THere are a lot of them in my city. THat particular area had several group homes and shelters. I amazed by the comradery of kids who don’t seem to have much in common other than a shitty past.
It makes you realize how much stock you put in the bull shit and trappings of your stupid cushy life. Here are kids who, for the most part, will be lucky to finish high school. Who will not have mommy and daddy to come running when life shits on them. WHo, basically, once they leave their temporary homes at 18 will be all by themselves except for the friends they make in these homes. THose friends who run a higher risk of falling into the traps of addiction, crime, violence…
What a fucking whiny little bitch I can be. By the time I called Chris and met him at his apartment I felt a lot less hard-done-by. I have a good life.