Saturday Night in a Box
Saturday, around 10:30PM. I'm on my way to the office. The motorcycle I'm riding on passed by the City Plaza. Their having a program (not sure if it's a post-New Year event or what) and a night-till-dawn disco. Teenagers crowd and flock the streets while the disco lights tend blind my eyes.
When I arrived, I did what I have to do to get ready for work. Now, I'm alone in this four-walled room, waiting for a customer's call. My mind went back to what I saw earlier. Young girls wearing micro mini-skirts, tubes, and other almost-nude apparels; guys with overly baggy jeans and porcupine-like hairs. If I'll let somebody with a very run-of-the-mill mindset compare my situation between what they're having outside he'll surely say that I'm bored, teens out there are enjoying, and I should be painting the town red too. Yes, I may be working while they are having fun. But in contrast, I'm not bored- not at all. Frankly, I might get bored more when I'm in the plaza. Funny? You can say that again. Really sounds weird but that's what I will surely feel. I don't find it diverting. It will just waste my time and energy- dirty dancing with people I don't know, having a conversation with a friend while the two of you are shouting because of the over-maximized volume of the music, drinking the bitter-tasting beer, etc and etc. It's not my intention to offend people who love doing these kinds of stuff, but we have different perspectives. You might love a certain setting, but another one hates it. I just think that I'm not being productive when I'm in the middle of that scene. I wanted to do something that gives me a satisfying result, rather than dancing all night (which I'm really bad at, in the first place). For example, writing this blog / article / diary entry, or whatever you call this, gives me a gratifying output. You can see that I'm just writing what I want to write. I'm writing out what I feel and it truly gives me satisfaction.
Time check: it's now 1:42 AM. Less than 30 minutes to go and I'm off. Off to bed? Naah… I'm used to graveyard shift; I've slept all day so I really can't consider going to sleep as an option. Where can I go? A close friend is coming over, thankfully, to accompany me in this very big box where I'm in. And are we gonna stay here till morning?Well, it will strongly depend on what we decide to do. We, as a matter of fact, have different outlooks. He loves discos and parties. I don't. He drinks beer a lot, though he always say he's only an occasional drinker, but not for me. I feel dizzy when I drink even half a glass of beer. He always has reasons why he's doing this and that, and in fairness to him, he sounds reasonable most of the time although I still do not blend with what he believes in. LOL!
Okay, here he comes. Gotta go! Good early morning!
About the Author
Keren Keziah Cajes is a writer for a local newspaper, and is aiming to spread her thoughts and ideas to teenagers and youths. She came from a conservative family and believes that things and decisions should be made with parents' and the Bible's guidance. http://quezaiah.blog.friendster.com/
