Obliterated

There this predilection of always wanting to talk about your past when you meet with old friends. I don’t blame you at all. I mean most of us haven’t met each other in years. What are we to converse about except for memories? Be it a school friend or former workmate. Questions of the past must arise and everyone is curious where the rest you’ve not been in touch with are. I didn’t such a memorable college life. There were no major events but somehow I was popular at school. For what, I don’t know. We went to clubs on weekends. Maybe fights that erupted on those joints maybe the only thing that I would consider memorable. Some of those were oblitered from my mind long ago.
I mean most you had their first cribs, first self-hosted party, first road trips in those years. Well, for us books were fun. “I’ll have a cold Tusker lite please” the table is full of spirits, beer and soft drinks. We are having a meet up after years after college. Some of these guys I have not seen in years. The laughs at the table are creating attention. I had crazy friends back then. The crazy moments back then are hilarious right now. We doing these memories like a roll call each one and his/her time. I was on the verge by the time they got to me everyone will have passed out from drunkenness. It seems the rain was also dropping on me.
“Look at this guy, he still uses the same phone since five years ago,” starts one person.
“You were so popular in college,” seconds another.
“Yeah, everyone knew you, from administration to students,”
“Remember when that night we played truth or dare and this guy was dared to choose one girl and hit on her in front of everyone and kiss her?”
A loud laugh storms the table. That night I was dared to do so and I went ahead only for the damsel to hit me back with savage shots and poor the drink on my face. Most embarrassing night, I ever went through.
“Wait guys, this dude had a crush on Susan. Remember Susan this chocolate lady who had this big forehead and always had her earphones on all the time. She an year behind us” shocked Jacob.
“Yeah,” everyone seconded.
“Apparently Susan was this fine damsel that had caught my eye, and so I shot my shot. I told her what I had for her”
“What did she say?” Jacob shouted.
“Well, I told her I have feelings for her for the longest time ever and she gave me a reply that broke my heart “I’m not ready for a relationship”, point blank in my face and she left me there standing.” Everyone uploads with laughter for my downfall.
“But I guess there was a silent “with you” in her statement cause two weeks later she was dating Brian. Remember fat Brian? The guy who came with his dad’s Subaru to school every day? …… that guy”.
I did tell you my college life was not all that fun. Everyone laughs toasting each other for my sorrow. There air is filled with a petrichor scent. It was raining for the past one hour and no one noticed. We all head home. I’m standing at the door and an alarm rings on my phone. Why the hell would I set an alarm at night? I slide it off walk in. Ten minutes later another alarm. “Again?” I guess it’s time to get rid of this phone. It’s been five years with the same gadget. It’s exactly 10.00pm and this gadget rings again. This time I look at the screen clearly. It’s not an alarm, it’s a reminder. Wide on the screen “MY WEDDING IS ON SATURDAY”. What the heck? I actually forgot my own wedding. I set a reminder five years ago of my own wedding and I didn’t remember. Who forgets his own wedding? I don’t have my tux, neither my shoes or tie. I don’t even have a girl to marry. I am having a wedding on Saturday and I have nothing that involves a wedding except my own self. What reason I’m I going to give my daughter for bringing her late to this world? What I’m I going to tell my son?

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