Being a Little Kid Again
On Labor Day, I got to be a little kid again. I called my friend Jess at 3 a.m. while I was questionably sober and a little heartsore. We went for a long walk and she listened while I blabbed about what she called “nonsense” the next morning. I woke up on her couch, feeling not too hot, so I asked for a cup of coffee. While sipping the warm, soul-saving elixir of life, I noticed a container of snowball-looking fluff things on her mantle and I inquired as to their existence. She said I should go grab one because they actually feel like snow.
Needless to say, I looked her right in the eyes and the snow fluff proceeded to hit her in the head. It was war. She grabbed a handful and ran into the kitchen and then I got some more and jumped behind the bunker that was her living room chair. There was a lot of collateral damage: picture frames were knocked off the walls, there were fluffs in the sink and I got pretty bad rug burn on top of my foot while diving for cover. We were both covered in sweat and laughing so hard that our stomachs hurt. I then finished my coffee.
We went for a walk through a park that requires a car to reach, therefore I’d never seen it before, and just felt the sun beat down on a perfect end-of-summer day. What next? The new film “Boyhood“ at the Champaign Art Theatre with Jess’ roommate Sarah. I had heard that the director promised a personal refund to whoever didn’t enjoy his film. Well, the film just about nailed adolescence. All those little quirks of youth and teenage years got me right in the feels for sure.
The evening concluded with the three of us swinging at the park and spinning around on the merry-go-round while contemplating life’s mysteries.
It was Labor Day and I had every intention of catching up on some homework, but the more the day progressed, the more I realized I wasn’t going to get anything done. It was very freeing in a sense to just “let go” of what I was “supposed” to be doing on my day off. It ended up being one of the greatest days of the semester thus far, all because I was okay with being a little goofy and relinquishing my constant need for control.