"Sometimes it's best to make a change in life, once in a while."
Friday, probably one of my favorite days along with Saturday and Sunday.
Days I don't have class. Exception of Friday since it's the day before I don't got classes.
Anyways, Friday I'm a bit brighter. I look forward to my days looking forward to not having classes.
I magically committed myself to do my assignments in before the deadline, call me a magician.
Yeah, I'm not sure what came over myself since I don't really like doing things prior to the deadline. Only times when I have to submit things before the deadline is whenever I'm really lazy, which is most of the time.
People might call me a lazy person, I call myself motivated when the right moment comes. If I spent every ounce of energy doing things to the best I could do, what is the point of separating my life into terms called busy, relaxed, and idle if I can't enjoy each moment?
Make myself busy all my life? Then enjoy my life when my body is drained in my later life? Sounds like a recipe for failure.
"Enjoy life like water, formless and adaptive, you don't need push or pull only come and go."
Yeah, I don't really tell people my quotes but I think of myself a bit of a philosopher. Only times I share my quotes is whenever I got friends who do things and I make a comment, sometimes the quotes I make go well, sometimes I get clowned on. Such is the relationship between friends.
Anyways, It's time for me to head to class. I decided that I didn't need to eat breakfast as a lazy person at his peak. I lock up my apartment and head back to my car, same as usual. This time though, I noticed some apartment neighbors and completely ignore them since I don't know them.
Heading my way to campus, I again, go through my class schedule for the day and accept whatever is coming to me with a grain of salt as I'll get a passing grade regardless of what I do at this point.
My body will just do it, my mind doesn't need to bother. Such an awesome body, doing things on its own.
"Friday is definitely the best day out of all the weekdays."
As course through all of my classes, time flies by in a flash. Life to me is definitely a hassle, no surprise since if it weren't I would've definitely cared more by now.
By now, it's afternoon. It's not a particularly special time of the day, it's just today that it's special.
Heading up towards my apartment, I enter and shower. Looking in the mirror, I see my long hair covering up my forehead and looking at my eyes.
My eyes are hidden beneath my bangs, displaying a dark brown color similar to milk chocolate. I don't really have confidence in myself, but if I were to point out what I like about myself, I'd say everything.
Although I'm what people call a 'Short King', I appreciate myself for who I am and never find faults in myself.
Just looking in the mirror of my own reflect, I feel like I get lost in time. Not sure if it's cause I'm good looking or if it's because I always get lost in thought and staring blankly into space.
Either way, I fix myself and make myself noticeably more appealing. Yes, I'm making myself look better for the public. Not that it's necessary since I had confidence in my looks but just in case anyone recognized me. I needed to make myself look good to avoid making my original look identified in public.
I proceed to step out of the apartment, dressed up differently that how I usually am, don't know what I'm wearing but I'm just confident in my looks. All of my clothes are either from my parents or randomly bought by me with whatever I thought looked good?
Surely this wouldn't bite me in the ass?
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Music is blaring and the lights are going crazy. Feeling lost in the emotions, people are dancing, drinking, and having fun. This is the expectation of such a place on the days prior to the weekend, where people are noticeably having more fun than they do on the weekdays. Well, especially since it's more early in the day in comparison.
Finding myself sitting in one of the booths, I'm meeting up with some friends who said they wanted to come to this place of party and alcohol.
Of course, I'm not one to shy away from a friend's request of hanging out unless I'm lazy or broke. Mostly both.
We're relaxing and conversating as it's been quite a long time since we've last talked. I don't usually care too much about conversating but when it comes to people I'm familiar with, I enjoy listening in depth to whatever they're saying, just for reassurance that I truly care about them.
Whether or not they care that I'm listening, that's for them to understand and feel.
Call me a bad friend, I call myself honest.
Either way, one by one they all stand up and go exploring this club. A club that's only just now starting. I can imagine that me and my friends are going to be here for hours unless I take the initiative to leave myself.
Of course, I wouldn't do that since this is actually my first time here.
I've always been curious to put it bluntly. What was it like inside the club? What do people actually do here?
"So far, it's pretty much all I imagined it to be, people socializing, interacting, and partying."
Pretty much the exact opposite of who I am as a person but I can adapt. I pride myself in my quick uptakes on some stuff, not all that comes to me but some stuff that I'm motivated for.
So I pick myself up from the booth we were in and walk around. I watch people come and go, many of them are dressed up, some of them are dressed shabbily, and some of them are just plain good looking regardless of what they wear.
If I were to be up front with my preference of people, I think confident people are quite enjoyable to watch. They carry themselves with enthusiasm that makes no sense to me.
"What makes them behave the way they do?"
Maybe it's just a confidence thing people say all the time, both in real life and on the internet.
I, of course, don't take anything seriously when it comes to confidence. In my humble opinion, I think confidence is both a negative and a positive. You can only be confident when you've got experience, putting yourself up there with a false sense of confidence is just ignorance.
Either way, I stroll around here and there watching people dance, drink, and talk. I don't really eavesdrop on people, I just happen to pick up bits of their conversations and then forget since I'm not really part of it.
Sometimes, people are just talking loud enough thanks to the music, for a lot of people to hear what they're saying. But thank god they're not just spewing anything vulgar at this point. Way too early in the afternoon for any of that nonsense.
Of course, nonsense is what these damn people are all about. I always see a pair of people sneaking about here and there to the corners or behind doors. It's quite obvious what they're doing, even to me.
As someone who's single, not ready to mingle, I'm quite perceptive of everything in the vicinity. Not that I'm paranoid or anything, but I was raised with the stranger danger policy, never trust a man that the streets call a stranger.
Well, not like any of that matters since this is just a place for people to meet, regardless if they know one or another. My sensitivity of my vicinity is just needless caution at this point. Maybe a drink or two will let me relax.
And so, I head to the bar and consume a few drinks. Not sure how people get drunk off taking so few, I can practically pound it and still be fine. People like me? I wouldn't call it egotistical but, I can definitely hold my liquor.
While I sat at the bar, there's constantly people coming and going. But there is this one particular person who just continued to sit there. Just like me, they haven't really moved back into the crowd like the rest of them, she was more similar to me.
I've noticed her ever since she sat down, not because I was paranoid or anything, but simply because she was a stunning woman if I do say so myself.
She was quite tall amongst woman, her dressed had bright colors that just sparked in contrast with the darkness of this party, and her face was quite pretty if I do say so myself, almost good enough to be a model.
Now, I don't want to assume but if I had to guess, she must've gotten tired from the constant partying she was doing since I could see visible sheens of sweat reflecting off her from the mellow lighting near the bar.
As creepy as I might sound, I think I'm just perceptive to people's image, after all, I'm used to the stares myself and I also understand the feeling of being looked at.
And so, I don't linger my gaze at her anymore and continue to look into the crowd. As the time flows and hours go by, I still can't help but notice the lady still there, sitting in peace and quiet.
Though I say peace and quiet, it seems that many people have walked up to her many times, but she always turned them away. I'd assume in scenarios like this, people would be persistent but it seems this lady could just turn anyone away.
I was starting to grow fond of this mysterious woman to be quite frank. She was attractive, yes. She was someone who didn't seem like they'd mingle with anyone, and she looked like someone who could definitely be confident in herself if she wanted to.
The only question I had to ask was,
"Why is she still sitting at the bar?"
I'm not sure if it's me that's the reason, at most we constantly look each other in the eye and then break eye contact. We'd smile and nod at each other sometimes and then continue to both look at the crowd dancing. Of course, I'd assume she was looking in to the crowd with me.
I just can't rationalize what she's thinking?
There's so many things to do at a club that even I'm not sure what else is there. The place wasn't overly large but it was large enough for people to constantly be in movement for hours to come, it hasn't even broken into early morning. At most past midnight.
So, what exactly is this woman thinking? Coming to the club only to sit at the bar? You'd almost think she was just like me, coming along with friends with no further expectations.