I once went to a 2 Chainz concert with my friends back in undergrad. It’s weird to see how unhype something can be. Like watching a drunk guy sing alone in front of an uncaring audience.
Some dude suddenly started flipping out, and at the time we thought he was on meth. Or PCP, sorry, for all I know he still is. And at some point I got bored, so I just ditched my friends and just started walking down Figueroa.
I found a public library where some dude was trying to type. I have no idea what he was trying to type. I am still not sure how or why I did this next part, but I actually walked up and ordered him to put all ten of his fingers directly on the keyboard. I just started showing him exactly how touch typing works right then and there. I still have no earthly idea why I did that. Honestly, I was sussed out by him and feeling afraid. But apparently I wasn’t afraid enough to actually stop myself from interfering. And surprisingly, he just meekly went along with the whole thing.
Sorry for being so pushy, whoever you were.
After that interaction, I just left the library. There was no goodbye, no see you later, no nothing at all. I just walked right out the door and kept on walking. This time my walk took me straight down Frat Row for USC. I remember seeing these long lines of boys just standing outside the houses, trying to get in, waiting in the dark. You could clearly see some of the frat guys sneering at them from the front doors. And all the while there was this steady inflow of girls that just moved so easily and freely throughout all the frat houses.
I stood there quietly and stared at all the beautiful people, and right now looking back on it I am thinking of that specific song from Burlesque by Christina Aguilera.
Standing there watching them, I had this intense double feeling. I had the strong feeling of desperately wanting to be a part of them, to finally fit in, but at the exact same time also never wanting to remain with them or actually be like them. I mean, I had already ditched my own friends earlier that night, and then I ditched a random guy at the library.
Now my mind is wandering again, and I am thinking about the Land of Oz and the Wicked movies. Where if I was the Wicked Witch, Elphaba, I know I would absolutely hate hanging out with those specific kinds of people. The petty, pretty people. Concerned only with the display of their pretty persons.