As I stood
outside there on my own I could not help but feel a little bit lonely and
paranoid, swarms of people passed me by giggling with their friends undoubtedly
thinking “HA, look at that loser all on his own”, ok maybe no one actually said
that but at the time it felt that way.
As time wore
on I began to feel more and more insecure, some people even passed me by twice
while I stood by my lonesome without a friend in the world, I frequently stared
at the screensaver on my phone pretending I was doing something, but I wasn’t
it just seemed easier than standing their blankly as people looked at me
judgingly while I waited anxiously on this friend.
It had been
five minutes I decided to send my friend a text asking him to hurry on to which
he replied “il be over soon”, of all the time frames he could have given to
ease my mind soon was not one of them, soon could be 1 minute, 10 minutes, an
hour for all I know, I became increasingly uneasy. Unsurprisingly standing
outside the Nubar was a place where throngs of people passed, who would have
thought a bar in a University would be so popular?
Fifteen
minutes had passed I had now sent four texts enquiring of his whereabouts, his
final reply was “I’m on the way”, so after telling me he would only be two
minutes he text me fifteen minutes later saying he was leaving now, my
embarrassment was quickly replaced with a roaring anger, I’ve been told im
impatient and intolerant and basically I am.
It had
reached twenty minutes and I was preparing to just leave when I saw him
nonchalantly walking towards me, he then uttered the words “lets get food”, no
apology, no pity for my traumatic experience just “ lets get food”. Who is this
friend you ask, his name was Glen, Glen Murphy.
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