I am drunk and in need of a rant. Just a regular rant and at the same time, not your ordinary rant. The distance between places seems odd to me. My brain just doesn’t really understand how far away distant lands are. In my mind, I can fall asleep and wake up elsewhere. Fall asleep in LA and wake up in Vegas. Fall asleep in San Francisco and wake up in Hong Kong. Fall asleep in North Carolina and wake up in Paris. And so it goes. The world is small in modern human terms. Life costs so much because we are programed to pay for it. People are annoying because we hang out with them even though we already can spot an annoying character within the first glance. My bed is comfortable because it is. Someone is gorgeous because of his accent. I don’t care about things because they don’t matter. I don’t watch TV. My world is better than yours because I live it. Old friends aren’t friends because they are full of shit in some way. If I could change anything about him, it would only be his location and hair cut…to start with…opps. perhaps that means I should just find another, or go back.
In fifth grade we would play a game called “popcorn” where the students would take turns reading out loud and when that student had read enough they would yell out “Popcorn!” and the name of another student, who would start reading where the previous student left off. The process would repeat until the entire section was complete or the teacher got tired of hearing the word “Popcorn!” yelled in as many different ways as the class could come up with.
Once the “cool” kids (who were really just bullies) got a hold of the popcorn torch, I pretty much lost all chance of getting to read out loud. One day my eagerness to read out loud caught up with me. I couldn’t contain my excitement for the story and was reading silently along, eager to see how the story would unfold, when I started whispering the words only loud enough for me to hear. Unfortunately I was so lost in reading that I started reading out loud along with the “cool kid”. The girl looked up at me, confused. She and I made eye contact; I shrugged my shoulders as if to say “opps” and blushed as she continued to read. Luckily, no one else seemed to notice. The awkwardness only lasted a second because I once again found myself engulfed in the story.