Alone at a High School Party
The smoke filled room, soaked with the spirit of drunken youth, all vying to be the most popular or most liked if only for that moment. Two are entwined in the throws of heated passion on the sofa while three others stand by giggling; all the while wishing that they were one of those two conducting the impromptu makeout session as if nobody, but them, existed in the universe. Another overly inebriated freshman is puking his guts out in the front planters to the amusement of the Seniors that indoctrinated the scrub into the world of alcohol. Off in the corner, the “spirituals” are discussing the ways of the universe and how LSD unlocks these truths in the most enlightening way. Convinced, they all drop tiny pieces of paper, inscribed with a yellow, “Have A Nice Day” emblem, and sit back waiting for the ride to being. The cheerleaders finally arrive in their little foo foo skirts, bringing the excitement of sexual energy to a young boy’s raging hormonal mind. Their giddiness is sickening as the falseness of it all, the teasing and cutesy cutesy, oozes from every orifice and falls flat on the floor. But what does a young horny guy care about all of that? He is just looking to get laid at any costs.
And then there was me. From my warmed perch, this Lay-Z-Boy recliner that I picked out for myself early on in the evening, I merely watch us in the throws of our youth. I have been milking this beer for about an hour, refusing to get up in fear that my seat may be taken. So I just continue to sit and peer out at the world from behind these Rayban sunglasses.
Then I realize that all these kids that I am sharing this moment with will forever be with me. As these moments of my life burn away into oblivion, they are forever etched into my memory. I will always be here and that made me a little more comfortable right then. I would always have this familiarity.
So I finished my beer and got up to get another. Someone did take my seat. Bastards!
