Hello everyone, Happy Belated Veterans Day.
Currently I am at my usual Starbucks, my friends are off somewhere investigating a new mall near San Jose. I, on the other hand, chose to come here for a few hours and get some homework done. (And sudden private tutoring in a few minutes.) Later on today we plan to go to the theater and watch Wreck It Ralph. I hope it’s good.
I had originally thought of going to the mall with my friends, but at the same time I had a sudden urge to be alone. I like solitude now and then, being alone with my thoughts in a comfortable atmosphere, sitting next to a window and writing under the sunlight now and then dimmed by the occasional tuft of cloud. I like the click of the keys under my fingers and the music spilling in through my noise cancellation earphones. I like the feel of the pen in my hand too, the way the ball point drags on the pages as it bleeds ink onto them.
There are three people in my head, the main two being the cynic and the dreamer. One tells me to have fun, enjoy life, believe in fairy tales, the other tells me that the world is shit, to suck it up and survive. The third, the most dangerous one, tells me to not give a damn.