There was a period in life when I felt that everything would be better if I could live with friends. I guess it was more for the sense of freedom than anything else. At the time, it sounded like a really smart idea.
So I decided to go and see if I could temporarily live with some friends. My thinking was "Hey, if this doesn't work out, I can always go back to my parents."
As time went on, life started to calm down, and things started to become so routine it was almost boring. As such, I found out that not only was life boring, but I had also run out of money since I wasn't old enough to get a work permit. Obviously, I went back to live with my parents.
I was virtually alone at home for a couple of days, as I didn't see much of my parents. As time wore on, there came to be a fine layer of dust on virtually every piece of furniture. Everything I needed was already in my room, so I found it unnecessary to even get out. As a teen, I did not feel as if it was my duty to clean up the house. I mean, that's what parents are for, right?
So, anyway. We were the only house in town that had two stories, instead of one. I remember it was on a Friday afternoon in the summer. I literally had nothing to do: I've already read all of my favorite books, watched all of my TV shows. As a last resort, I went on to the balcony to hang out. Because my parents bought a house that was fairly close to the center of town, there were always people walking back and forth in order to go about their business. There was a balding old man that I knew by sight walking his dog. The dog was really cute, but the old guy was so hostile that no one really talked to him. There were a couple of guys in their mid-twenties smoking a couple yards away. They looked at me in a curious manner and I decided to wave. I guess the idea of being in danger never crossed my mind.
After a while, I got bored and decided to eat chocolate and drink Coke. Even now, that would still constitute a "dinner" in my mind. Which is unhealthy. But still. Pretty soon, the sky started clouding over and I thought a summer storm was coming our way. Rain has always been welcome to me, especially when it's hot. But the clouds lifted after a while, but left a sort of threat of rain. I stayed on the balcony looking up.
In about an hour, the sky changed yet again to a reddish-orange glow that seemed to spread from the rooftops. It looked really nice, much nicer than it appeared in pictures and movies. Gradually, the stars came out one by one until they looked like tiny dots on a huge carpet. They sort of gave a pale light that nothing else could quite replicate. All of a sudden, the street lights came on, all at once, making the stars paler still in their glow. It suddenly struck me that I haven’t done this in a long time. Most days I’d be on the computer, looking through Twitter, Facebook, and sometimes writing drafts. I honestly don’t remember the last time that I actually spent time alone to see what was around me.
Something I suggest that everybody does at some point is to go outside and look at what the world has to offer. I can tell you right here and now it’s worth it.