| Three letters pop up on my computer screen - "omg." Conversing through instant messenger with fifteen people at a time is difficult enough, not to mention trying to comprehend and follow the nonsensical sentences they come up with. Its really irritating how far some people will go to be "creative" and break out of the normal routine, "hey"..."hey"..."whatsup?"..."nm, u?"..."nm." Anyone who's spoken to me online has the right to slap me now, because yes, I admit, I am the worst player at that game. But who could blame any of us, its sickening to read the same letters over and over again, and sometimes the 3-D world is too scary to return back to. Nevertheless, I could tell from those three letters that a story was awaiting me, perhaps even an exciting one. I close all my other little blinking boxes. "u'll never guess wut happened." Well what do you know, I was right. Maybe she'd tell me that she got into Harvard after all. Or maybe she got a new dog. "i met this boy last night." Oh. Boys. Its just as well, I wouldn't have wanted to be jealous. She recounts her story. Met a gorgeous stranger at a party. Danced with him for ten songs in a row. Hooked up with him, and then asked him what his name was. "I'm sorry Paige I don't think I can help you with this one." My friend, having just broken off from an almost two year relationship with a manipulating maniac, goes on to tell me how wonderful this new boy is, and how his kiss is exactly like the previous disease. Yet the more I hear about him, the more I have faith that perhaps she has found herself a keeper, at least for the next week or so. And despite Paige's intense rapture with this new figure in her life, I am glad to be on the receiving end of this story. Listening to French rap in my favorite red penguin pajama pants, I bathe in the comfort of myself and myself only. No scrutinizing over every word and every look, or breakdowns because "he was supposed to call me tonight." I sit in my favorite bean-bag chair who's lap is far more comfortable than any boy's. No, tonight is just for me. And I wouldn't have it any other way. |
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