It is 5:00 am. In most parts of the world, people would be snoozing their alarm clocks in a desperate attempt to prolong the last few minutes of sleep before well, they have to go for work, lead a normal life etc. What am I doing? The simplest answer to this would be revising for an optional module exam on Addiction in an old, rusty library of creaking walls and wooden furniture, and a bearded individual who seems to be very very disturbed by our company. Our being, P, C and me. We've been doing this routine for about three days now. Setting into a familiarity of attempting to study but failing miserably for most of the part. We all know that we will be screwed come 4th of March, and yet this overwhelming need to meet in the library, fool around, be amused by P and work for around 45 minutes of the six hours that we are here, seems almost as necessary as acing the very exams we are dreading. There's a strange comfort in this madness, that "this is so a part of being in your 20s" thing that ThoughtCatalog tries to embed into your very soul. There's awkward laughter, self-discovery, nonchalance especially on the part of P, and sometimes there are even foot massages courtesy me. And for the moment it is more than enough. We'd like to believe we aren't alone in this city with so much to give and take, but right here, right now, in the few moments of silence interrupted only by the steady typing of our keyboards, we aren't.
As usual, I cannot but leave without a dose of self-proclaimed superior and awesome music. So here.
