One False Maneuver and BAM! Your life goes to shit.

Pardon my absence, but alas, it is finals week; the most wonderful time of the year. One more week and I'll be free willy. Until then, stay classy. :)


So I was at Target today. I was helping my mother pick out clothes for my older brother for Christmas. Apparently, he believes that Mr. Morgan Charles Stillman is impeccably sleek and has a magical flair for fashion. … Or maybe he’s lazy and didn’t want to shop for himself… We’ll go with the first choice.

Anyway.

I’m all up in the men’s section, and this girl bumps into me like mad woman. She looks very embarrassed and apologizes for her false maneuver. So I say, “It’s all good, I’m kind of in the way.” She then realizes that it is, indeed, Mr. Morgan Charles Stillman.

“OH MY GAWD, MORGAN? What are you doing here?!”

I’m not entirely sure where this outburst came from. Mostly because I have no fucking clue who she is. “Oh. I’m just shopping. Ya know,” I quietly answer in my awkward “whodafuckisu” voice.

She contunies, “Oh, silly me. Ha, ha. This is Target, afterall. Sorry, I didn’t know who you were at first. It’s been about three years since I’ve seen you.”

Then it hits me. It’s Shelby What’s-Her-Face! But I’ve never seen you before… You’re simply a friend of a friend. And you’re one of those flirtatious highschoolers that make me want to scratch my eye balls our with a teaspoon. “Yeah, me too. Freshman year?”

“Yessssssirrr!” she smiles cutely.

*Awkward pause*

“Well, I hate to end this fantastic conversation, but I have to go find my lost niece. You can never let those things off their leash! MADNESS breaks loose!”

“Oh… Yeah… Ha…”

*Awkward pause*

I chime into the silence, “That was a joke… A bad one… But, as I said, I gotta go”

“Okay, BYE! I’ll text you!””

Aw shit. Why does this always happen to me?

My Excess of Potential.

The word potential has always perturbed me. It follows me everywhere I go. My whole life, everyone has said that I have "potential." What they're saying is that it is possible that one day I will be good. In a nutshell: You're not good, but maybe one day you will be. Is this a compliment? Should I be glad that I have potential?

Occasionally my teachers will mention someone and say, "She had potential to be so good. But..." But apparently he or she didn't live up to his or her potential? Am I going to be like them and not fully bloom into what my "potential" truly is?