Drinking Reality
There is nothing in the world I love more than coffee, I thought. The aroma that calls you from a million miles away. The bitterness it sends through your soul, filling you up; giving you the warmth that you so desperately crave. And the darkness... the blackness that reminds me all too much of my life. I didn't know what I was doing there, but somehow it made sense. I skipped my first class that day. My first class ever. I didn't know why.... If I had to think about it, I never knew why I did anything. All my life, I was guided and told what to do by others. I never realized where I was going; I walked a tight rope of others expectations thinking that if I ever took my eyes off what was ahead, I would fall. I never even looked out to see if there was another rope.... Maybe one who did not have such high expectations. I just hoped that my parents and friends knew best, and that I was heading in the right direction. I sat at one of those coffee shops, where they pretend that the black stuff that they sell you for three dollars a cup is really g
I was sitting in an obscure seat, one of the chairs that they put in just in case (if it gets too crowded). For them, it was just another beautiful (rainy and dreary) Tuesday morning. (Which, later that night, I heard was a blast. I needed to be able to say that I passed with honors because I wanted to, and I couldn't. ) That was still okay for me because I was going to get Honors in Physics. I wondered what I was going to tell my professor the next day, why I didn't come to class. I walked out of the cafe with a new air to myself. The place was packed, as it normally is on a Tuesday morning. If failing one class was the payment to get my life back in order, I'd give a tip. Who were the people? Were they happy? I would have looked outside but I couldn't bare seeing the overly happy newlyweds who were blocking my view of the window and prattling on about how wonderful their day went yesterday and how marvelous today was going to be. My teacher made it clear to all of us that if we didn't pass this test, we wouldn't pass the course. I was going to be best in the class. I knew what I wanted to do and I took on challenges not for others, but for myself. But sometime, while I was sipping my black coffee, I realized that I hadn't failed a test.
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