On Wasted Moments
Right now I'm supposed to be going home from the Moomedia party, but I'm not. I'm at home, idle on the computer writing this post. I have no idea why I didn't go, but I have a lot of reasons for it. There's the coup which happened so far away from the party it wouldn't really have any effect, there's the concerned parents who asked me to just stay home, there's the weather which I was not dressed up for, there's the pending fear of losing my valuables again... and so on and so forth.
I really really wanted to go to this party, the excitement was already building up for weeks now. There were friends, bands, food, and the night sky... the things I am always looking forward to. I was even on the bus station already when I turned back. Well I took back three bottles of my favorite milk tea but I doubt that'll to as a consolation prize. Luckily there's this one whole bag of Hershey's that's in the fridge, something to pick on while doing anything.
This probably taught me something of what I want in my life. I don't really know where I want to go from here, but now I know where to NOT go. Well it's progress, at least.
I still feel bad though, like it's one thing I'll regret for a long time. I keep saying in the back of my mind that there'll be a next time, that I can make up for it... but how can lost time be taken back?