Thacant

Remember those nights when you used to remember those nights? That’s because you didn’t go out and get plastered. It all starts with that one text or phone call.  Here’s how mine starts and ends.

“Hey Fed, you want to go out for some drinks?”

“Nah, I’ve got some work to do.”

“Alright man.”

Moments later, after surfing through Facebook and adding some finishing touches to yet another Facebook Status, I get another call.

“Yo, bro. You want to go to Happy Hour?”

This time I’m thinking about it. They got me thinking about it.

“…Nah man, I’ve got some reading to do.”

At this point, I feel they sense my reluctance and fear of yet another night of debauchery. So this is when they insist.

“C’mon, bro, stop being a bum and let’s go drink.”

Now I’m being challenged. Who reads anyway? But I want to prioritize. I must do my work. I cannot have another morning in which I have to wake up at six in the morning to bang out some chapter questions and readings. I cannot! I will not! As I’m thinking all of this in my head, I have to muster the words back to them. The other voice is starting to get antsy.

“Yo, you there bro?”

No I am not here. I am trying to avoid another defying decision towards my life obstacles. I am involved in crucial judgment making when it comes to my career motives. My perseverance, self respect, and determination to make a career out of my studies will not be hindered by your shenanigans. I don’t want to use up one of my lifelines tonight. Not tonight.

So I respond.

“What time?”

I’ve lost this round.