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Pictures fade away, but memories are forever…
As I was riding along Niagara Falls Boulevard Saturday night, my brother and I coming back from South Campus, we passed the restaurant Saigon Bangkok. Saigon Bangkok is the restaurant that Ms. Brown took us 100% kids out to at the end of my freshman year. A whole group of us all gathered around a table sampling foods that none of us had ever even heard of before.
I thought about it all night. About that moment and how much fun it was and how I wished I could go back and relive it. I wished I had a picture of it all. Of all of us gathered around that table, smiling and having a good time.
And for the first time in my life Saturday night, I realized that I wanted to be in that picture. I wanted a picture of all of us, including myself. I wanted someone else to be snapping the shot. It was strange, because whenever I want a picture, it is a picture that I want to take, not one I want to be in. For the first time in my life, I wanted to make sure that I was saved as part of that moment. I didn’t want to be left out. I felt like I would actually belong in that moment.
On another note…
My birthday is tomorrow. And the more that I think about it, the fact that I will be 18 years old, the more it depresses me.
My birthday has never really been an occasion. Its never been a big deal. But, for once in my life, I wish it was. I wish it would be something truly special for once. I mean, yeah, I’m going to get my tattoo, which is super fucking sweet and I’m really excited for it. But, after that, I’m going to go home and have cheesecake with my mother. Which is the same thing I’ve done for so many years now. I just wish that for once, just this one birthday, something special and out-of-the-ordinary would happen.
I don’t know. As the hours go by and the day gets closer I just keep feeling more sad.
As I was riding along Niagara Falls Boulevard Saturday night, my brother and I coming back from South Campus, we passed the restaurant Saigon Bangkok. Saigon Bangkok is the restaurant that Ms. Brown took us 100% kids out to at the end of my freshman year. A whole group of us all gathered around a table sampling foods that none of us had ever even heard of before.
I thought about it all night. About that moment and how much fun it was and how I wished I could go back and relive it. I wished I had a picture of it all. Of all of us gathered around that table, smiling and having a good time.
And for the first time in my life Saturday night, I realized that I wanted to be in that picture. I wanted a picture of all of us, including myself. I wanted someone else to be snapping the shot. It was strange, because whenever I want a picture, it is a picture that I want to take, not one I want to be in. For the first time in my life, I wanted to make sure that I was saved as part of that moment. I didn’t want to be left out. I felt like I would actually belong in that moment.
On another note…
My birthday is tomorrow. And the more that I think about it, the fact that I will be 18 years old, the more it depresses me.
My birthday has never really been an occasion. Its never been a big deal. But, for once in my life, I wish it was. I wish it would be something truly special for once. I mean, yeah, I’m going to get my tattoo, which is super fucking sweet and I’m really excited for it. But, after that, I’m going to go home and have cheesecake with my mother. Which is the same thing I’ve done for so many years now. I just wish that for once, just this one birthday, something special and out-of-the-ordinary would happen.
I don’t know. As the hours go by and the day gets closer I just keep feeling more sad.