Bum Passion

Tonight started out the same as ever, boring and dull. I found myself glued to the seat of my computer, searching for a passion. For something to do, something to twitter my life about in. I was like a whirlpool spinning in circles, trying to suck things into me. But nothing, nothing at all would flow my way. Not even the tiniest watercraft, not even a bug. Nothing even made my life worth wild. Nothing had excitement. I lived the normal life, just woke up every single day for work. Then come home from work to sleep. Then repeat. I was like an iPod with only one song. Just one simple song on repeat, on shuffle, on mute, it didn’t make a different. It was all the same.

I quietly starred at my computer screen again, waiting to see if someone messaged me on my MSN. Quickly logged onto Myspace, Facebook , and every other social networking site you could think of. Yes, I enjoy going to those places. Everyone goes to those sites, whether you claim to or not. It’s nice to meet people you don’t know and keep up with friends. See their latest activities and what they are up to. But for me, I had those boring ones where it never updated. Nothing was ever on it. I never had pictures. It was blank. I just had a few words on it, and a place for people to leave me comments. I never was a talkative person, so if someone ever left me something, I would only answer them. And the conversation would stop there.
“Bling!” I got a new message. I wonder who it could be from. Never mind, I thought to myself, it couldn’t have been from someone. Usually it ends up being junk mail that accidently made its way into my email. I would usually just go delete them. So I clicked in, entered my inbox. Oh wow, I looked at the email address. It was from a friend that I haven’t spoke to for a long while. One that I haven’t even seen since high school. My friend wrote:

“Hey, haven’t heard from you for a long time. I just wanted to ask a favor from you. I know we haven’t talked for a long time, since we were together in high school. But this weekend, my girlfriend and her friend are coming in to town and we’re going on a date. I didn’t want her friend to be lonely and thought maybe if I asked you, you would do an old buddy a favor. I haven’t seen her friend, so I can’t say what she looks like, but please would you take this girl out with you. You don’t have to keep in contact with her or do anything with her if you don’t want to. I’m just asking, if you don’t do it, I don’t know who else to ask, since everyone else is married or committed to someone. Cept for you and me, lols! Shoot me back an email with what you think, or call me, 398-9399. That’s my cell. Thanks Bro!”

I laughed to myself. What a joke. He hasn’t talked to me for so many years and now he’s going to ask me for a favor out of the blue. Well, we did use to be good old high school buddies. Just after that, I became a bum and he went off to college. Of course he didn’t finish, due to the suffering economy that is dying in the United States. I thought to myself, I don’t even know how to treat a girl. The last time I went on a date was back in high school and that didn’t turn out too good. I couldn’t even remember my last girlfriend’s name. Of course, girls barely liked me either way. I probably won’t go, I pondered in my head. Yeah, I made my decision, I wouldn’t go. I started to write a response back to my buddy. Just trying to sound like I was super busy and couldn’t make it. Of course, he probably would figure out that I was just too chicken to attend this, since I didn’t know who the girl was and I was never a lady’s man.

“Ding-dong!” The doorbell rung loudly, ringing throughout the house. Nobody was home, except for me. So I hurried up off my computer seat. Ran to the door, opened it, and what do you know? My friend was at the door. The one that left me that dreaded email. “Hey, how’s it going?” I asked him, as if I haven’t seen him in years, literally. “So man, you going to help me out? I Just wanted to come over to your house and make sure you were going to come. I know I kind of put it as in you had a choice to back out, which I thought you were going to chicken out. Like always, but this time, I want you to meet her. Dude, my girl showed me her picture and damn dude, if I wasn’t with my girl, I’d try to get on that.” my buddy said to me. I laughed at his remark. How stupid of him to say that, of course he would say that just so I would get his back on this.

“Fine, I’ll help you out. But if she’s ugly, you owe me. I get your girl.” I joked with him. Done deal now. My friend quickly scrambled to leave and said to meet up at his place tomorrow at 6:00. He also told me to dress sharp since we’re going to some place nice.

Tomorrow rowed around quickly. I got off work and dressed up. Nice blue collared, dress shirt. All tucked in, looking sharp. I quickly slicked my hair with a cover of hair putty. Yeah, that stuff works miracles on my hair. I usually just sit around looking like a bum. Well, ready or not here I go. I walked out the door, hopped into my old school Honda Civic. Yeah, I know, I drive one of them rice burners. I actually didn’t do anything to it though. So it’s not really considered “riced” up. I backed out of the drive way, flipped on the headlights. As we all know, during this season, it’s dark out sooner, so yeah, headlights are on just for safety.

To be continued...