Let me start from the beginning. At around 10:30pm, my pals MacMillan, Big Mac and I ended our 5 hours long Skype conversation. MacMillan had the day off but Big Mac joined us after he got off work at around 6:20pm, so naturally, MacMillan and I began by playing Insurgency and talking shit at 5.
Fast forward a few hours. It's 11 and I'm scrubbing down a kettle that I burned dry the other day. It was expensive and my mom bought it for me to replace the pot I had burned dry a few months ago. I remembered reading an article on boiling vinegar and dish soap in it. Well, I just got done boiling the dish soap water because I didn't have vinegar and looked in my fridge. I noticed a sliced lemon and a bag of apricots in the upper shelf and immediately became suspicious. My mom brought me some fruits among other foodstuffs the other week and somehow the lemon and apricots looks familiar. I was ready to accuse my housemate of stealing my food on top of all the other careless things he does like leaving dirty dishes to pile up (when I generously provided a sponge and dish soap) or destroying my baking pan last month.
Instead, I called up my mom and asked if she gave me a lemon last week. She told me to check my section of the fridge, one being the humidity shelves in the lower corner. I opened it and... oh. There were LIMES. Four of them. Somehow my brain had decided that a bag of apricots and a lone lemon were the limes I had received.
I also asked her about the kettle and she told me not to use it anymore in case any chemicals were released (and of course the free radical causing charred parts). I didn't want to believe and kept asking her if she was sure such a high quality and expensive kettle couldn't be saved. She told me not to leave the kitchen next time I was boiling water and I felt really ashamed because this wasn't the first time I destroyed a perfectly good piece of kitchenware.
Moments later, I poured myself a drink and walked out in the balcony. It oversees an overpass, so naturally, it was deafening out there. I still remember the day I moved in, my housemate said it'd be nice to take a smoke and clear our minds on the attic but once he realized how noisy it was, he jokingly remarked that it'd probably do more harm than good to be out there for too long.
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| Actual picture of the balcony after the piss. |
It was dark and it was noisy. I watched a guy walk by on the overpass and the light above him goes out. He was bewildered for a moment before moving on. My urge to pee was getting the best of me and I felt so lost and depressed.
So I said "Fuck it, it's the zombie apocalypse." Anything goes.
And took a leak. I could see the plants below bathed in my golden showers. The smell of urea fills the air. Our balcony was the only one in the rise so people were clear of the stream.
At that moment I felt like I seriously had to take responsibility for my actions, that I needed to be fully conscious during every step of my life and that I need to be prescient with every mistake I make and learn never to repeat it twice. I acknowledged my mistake after the second time I spilled a drink on my laptop and fried the motherboard. I now keep my drinks on a lower level relative to my laptop, no exceptions. I just wish for someone who is so mindful of all his fuck ups that I don't act so careless and stupid half the time.
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