I was going to bathe in my newly crowned ‘favorite’ cubicle (which has the strongest water pressure) when I spied from the corner of my eye a person I really didn’t like walking into the cubicle next to me. Clearly perturbed, I decided that my bathing experience was going to be diminished with him next to me. So I took all my stuff and when to my old ‘favorite’ cubicle- the biggest and most spacious cubicle.
As I was lathering myself, a though came to me- who would I save first if all of my friends were trapped in a fire. Evidently, the heavy amount of smoke had fired of a series of synapses in my brains. This pun was intended.
At this moment a realization came to me. If there ever was a fire, I would want it to be scripted and I would love to die in the fire with Shameera. Gurl friend, can you imagine all the fun we would have screaming at the top of our lungs, your hair flailing in abject horror while I holler operatically in my stentorian bellows to the heavens. Oh my just writing this down is bringing a smile to my face.
I just thought I should write this down-
“Hey Shameera, I don’t think there is anyone else I would have as much fun “dying” with.”
Last night, I realised, quite frightened, that JC wasn’t a bad time at all. Looking back all my sadness and anguish just seems so foolish, at least I was stuck in positivity for the future. At least I was certain of some things, and how I used to comfort myself “every thing will be alright once I leave this place”. Now I’ve left that place but its, god, worse? Most of my high hopes are dashed, people haven’t changed for the better, they’re worse, I am worse. And sigh, still here.