So, there I was, waiting for the jeep at the terminal, with all of my marketed goods at my feet. And then, I turned to my right and saw this boy who looks very familiar, although, I know that I don’t know him.
And then it hit me. He looks like the guy I picture in my head when reading angsty YA fiction. He was my Gus (from Alice Hoffman’s The River King), my Cameron Quick (from Sara Zarr’s Sweethearts), my Perry Dellopane (from Jerry Spinelli’s Love, Stargirl), and every angsty teenage boy that I’ve read about but can’t remember the name anymore.
I know it makes me sound like I’m not to imaginative, but whatever. I’m pretty sure everyone has weird stuff like that going on in their heads.
I think this can be explained by a couple of reasons:
1. I read a while back about someone who haven’t lost a friend yet. Looking at myself, I can say I already lost a couple of people I’ve really cared for in the past. Although, I’m not sure who was at fault most of the time, I still feel terrible about it. But since regret is just a big waste of time, I just decided not to care anymore. This makes me feel old because, well, I really feel like I’ve gone through a lot more than the person who was the culprit for spawning of these ideas.
2. I’ve realized, a lot of my batch mates from high school are now getting married not because they got knocked up. It’s really fascinating. Personally, I don’t think I’m in the marrying age just yet, but whatever, right? It’s their decisions and all I can do is to be happy for them. And I really am. I just feel kinda old about it.
3. I’m already starting to get annoyed at the piling dishes in the sink. I don’t want to wash them, though. lol
4. My friends are keep talking about how old we are already. It’s true, though. LOL
Anyway, don’t mind me. I’m just putting these thoughts down.