It took me numerous days to decide which story to tell. Not that I had a lot of them but yes if you think deep and metaphorically, everything does seem pretty. Even your own shadow, though it is dark. Not being a racist. Damn. I am a soul flipping sides from dank memes to poem porn. So first I thought to tell about the nights I cried myself to sleep about something and when I woke up, it didn’t even matter. Or about the partial heartbreaks, partial because I don’t have one and also the ones about existential crises. But then these are the tough ones. Life will teach these to you at the right time, if it already hasn’t.
So my story is all about one late afternoon, I was chilling with my friends at a friend’s place. A few friends and chakna and a little beer. Now, a little turned out to be a little too much for me. I was put to bed by all my responsible friends. They left. Now it was me and the ‘owner of the place’ friend. Stop it if you are thinking of a gumrah plot. I almost slept but just then an annoying music hit my ears. It’s my friend playing some stupid game on his phone. I couldn’t resist. We had an unimaginably enormous fight. So I leave. He didn’t stop me either. I climbed down the stairs and because I suck at direction, I didn’t know where to go. Left or right. This means I went in both the directions one by one. Until I took a public transport to my place. I stopped the vehicle at the park near my home. Bought a lemonade. Sat in the park. For no soul searching but for getting sober. I reached home. Safe.
That would be the end of my story.
My story wasn’t about how my drunk friend was, still is an irresponsible video gaming freak. It’s about something I am never gonna forget. Something I would like to remind you if you have forgotten. ‘In the end, when worst comes to worst, it is you, just you. I had a lot of people to call, to take me home. To take care of me. But metaphorically it was my fight. And also I was afraid they would take my lemonade.
Some experiences give us a lesson in life, no matter how stupid or funny or sad they might be. Here is a lesson that has been focused upon in so many stories, and I’ve begun to feel that it’s the central concept in today’s teenage philosophy: finding the comfort in being alone, and coming to terms with the fact that its completely okay. And it’s so true.
There will come a point in each of our lives that we may feel terribly alone. In that moment, how we can make ourselves feel will make the difference. Can you talk yourself out of a downfall? Can you get back up, all by yourself?
(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at firstname.lastname@example.org.)