Sweet Stupidity

I left my key inside and I had to wait outside for more or less than two hours. Call me stupid. This unfortunate night, however, gave me  an opportunity to be with my own mind and  soul. Waiting without any book is boooring. And I got to be able to read my building-mate’s readings on her law subject piled up in the lobby– evidence is a medium of proof and proof is the result of evidence.  After this page, I gave up reading. At some time in my life, I thought of taking up law. But I only have the ability to understand, and memorizing laws is not my talent. Law course is for people who are creative in formulating colorful reasons and dramatically relating evidences and proofs to facts and/or supposed-to-be facts.

I noticed a glittery effect on my skin. It’s cool that I even thought  of wearing it with an evening gown will make you shine in a romantic moonlight party. It may work in parties but never dare try it. This glittery effect are debris of sweat. Taste it and you’ll know. This glitters also appear on scalp and you might want to wonder how salty your head is at the end of the day.

I thought of logging in socnets (social networks) in an internet shop at the building I’m living in to share my misfortune. But logging in would not give me the keys. So I went back to the sauna-ish lobby as if waiting would grant me the keys. I thought of buying ice cream. Ice creams are rewards given to kids to stop them from crying. But this time, ice cream is a comfort for stupidity, a reward for something brilliant that no one will never do for the rest of his/her life.

Roommates (Mayie andh Jhennie) finally arrived. And they have french fries for me for my thoughtfulness to wait for them before I enter our room.  -_- 

I’m done with removing the “glitters” on my skin. Time to move on. Back to reading Fulghum.