I like to think that when I was in high school I had a little more zest then I do now. Lately, I've thought of my self as terribly boring. Every once in a while something deep inside me really wants to be that energy that used to have a different hair color everyday and would flip people off randomly. This frame of mind usually follows when I look at a wardrobe full of soft cottons and I slip on my Birkenstock sandals. I'll spend the most part of my day being as thoughtful as I can. Although I don't hate the point I'm at now, I'd like to think that age doesn't equal boring or that the usual mannerisms do not necessarily apply to the upper 20s.
"I can't believe we are going to Cafe Latte and I'm wearing a flannel with a giant hole in it"
"Who the fuck cares! Since when did you need to look nice for someone to take your money. Fuck it, I've got a rip in my ass in these pants. Fuck em"
I look over at Patrick who flares his arms back and forth with the most amount of attitude. A person who falls very much in the "Fuck you, this is who I am" kind of category. I can very much imagine Pat flipping people off and kicking stuff over. For me, being that Pat is older then I am It seems refreshing to meet someone with so much wind. I begin to ponder what it would be like to have a world full of Pats and eventually come to the conclusion that it might not be a good idea. It would be the same type of world where I could imagine I'd hear statements with the most amounts of honesty and the least amount of consideration such as "Yes you look very fat today" and "Fuck you, get out of the way you slow piece of shit". Either way, it was nice to meet up with an old friend that allowed me for a short while to live vicariously through his "say it like it is" ways.