Happy Hour

by Marlowe Granados

As much as this summer is about branching out into a semblance of adulthood, it is also about fun. I take both seriously.

I crave nothing serious, but when I pursue it, I am the one to drag a dark cloud overhead. It’s much easier to seem silly and light than to be the sum of your experiences.

I couldn’t wait for a moment in the near future when I would think of him and say, “You’re like a stranger to me. I can’t even remember your face.” People forget that I can be cruel too. I can devastate just about anyone.

Sometimes making bad decisions really takes no time at all. In fact, you realize you’ve been itching to do it all along. Deep down, I think it comes from being so angry at having to restrict yourself all the time. Because in the end, no matter how well you behave, someone will always dash your life’s work away with little to no regard. We are always swimming against the tide. How’s that for justice? If I am reckless, it is because I am tired.