Ok, ladies and gents. I have a lot of time to think at my job, and today’s thought topic: memories. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂
Remember the family whether it be by blood or bond. That for some odd reason, your younger brother at some point believed he was a professional wrestler, which led him to jump off the toilet landing in the tub head first leaving him with 20 stitches across his head. Or by bond, your Nigerian brother becomes one stubborn ass incoherent bitch if he gets the chance to sit and drunk sleep for even a second!
Remember the assholes. The ones that decided to kiss your current love interest immediately after your birthday party. Or the asshole you wouldn’t mind dating because she makes you laugh, and most of all, doesn’t take shit from anyone including you.
Remember the memorable events. The epic tales that forever will feel like a dream, something to be perpetually relived. Or the equally epic stories that can never be retold, something forever whispered within your circle.
Remember the obsessions. The ladies that seduced you with unfathomably enticing bright smiles and led you on for a very long time. Or the odd subconscious obsession that rear its head only when enough liquid fun is in your system.
Remember the mistakes. Giving “officers of the law” enough reason to fuck with you by taking just enough shots. Or procrastinated knowing that the consequences could be dire, and possibly more than you feel you can handle.
Remember the ~beautiful~ brown-eyed girls. The ones with incandescent personalities that just blow you away. Or the ones where your relationship consist of interactions of infidelity.
Remember the isolation. The times you felt ostracized because of the color of your skin. Or the times you distance yourself from the world because the world felt too heavy.
Remember the international excursions. The wonderful Japanese woman that you exchanged smiles 2-3 times a day, who felt more as mother away from home rather than a hotel cook during your semester abroad, even though the only thing that was understood was “food served at 5pm.” Or maybe the group of young Japanese, which couldn’t speak a word of English, that you met at a club one night, and spent the next 24 hours partying until the sun went down again.
Remember the domestic excursions. The summer internships where you met the most annoying and amazing people you’ll ever meet. Or the ones you spent at cabins participating in half-naked football in the rain, finally reaching level 30 Call of Duty’s survival mode, and lots more of isolated debauchery.
Remember the friends, whether true or temporary. The ones that can walk straight up to your face and, without taking offense to it, inform you that “you are fucking up.” Or the ones you can simply call up and be down to drink the night away.
Remember the things that build us into who we are. The Bad and the Good Times Damola. Remember them.
Coincidentally, while I was at my job writing this post, Flashback by Calvin Harris played. I think is a fitting theme song for this post.