and so i met them- at a place not quite right- well it probably would have been right a year back or even 8 months back. - maybe. it isnt now. . i felt 50 here..tho' dressed in my usuals, jeans n a semi-formal shirt, tho' these were friends ive been wanting to talk to for so long a time, all i could concentrate on was if i was dressed inappropriate, if i had grown out of my group, if i had grown out of my age, if i HAD really become old....
last week i met up with some of my college friends-the gang. the guys decided to go to mocha, so yea it was a plan. its one of those places where you'd probably be looked down upon if you decide to go on a scooter or bike rather than a flashy car..(of course guys flaunting girlfriends(and most of their backs!!) are allowed to bring a bike, a popular one with alloy wheels only!) . The place would make u feel either terribly overclothed , extremely poor, or jus plain silly/awkward.
Was talking a whole lot about culture n clothing wasnt i? I jus wanna sink a surface below!!! Maybe there are a bunch trying to imitate. Maybe the kids in the city are jus getting adjusted to the darn heat. Maybe i'm jus growing old. Whatever it maybe this was no definition of fun for me anymore. i'd rather have the environment silent n well, more covered.
