Ef-Are-Ee-Ee-Dee-Oww-Emm. (from Whisik Revelation 05/30/1912)
“What the fuck?!”
Yeah, that was my initial reaction when I felt someone touched me on my left shoulder and asked,
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing here?!”
(Oh yeah, what the fuck was I doing there?)
I could have said,
“hey, nice to see you here!”
But naah, I said,
“what the fuck!?”
and I was never, ever the same after that night.
Well, I was not supposed to be surprised in the first place. I went there all set to reveal my whole self. I always tell for my part that whoever sees me there, a close friend; an acquaintance; an officemate; a neighbor; or someone who maybe knew me by face or by name, I’d be proud to tell them I was there to tell the world what I am. I should have neither pretensions nor inhibitions. People should see me there not different from anyone else who’s inside there,
that certain party.
To tell you the truth, that was the weirdest feeling in the world. When you got caught to be on a place where nobody is expecting you to be at; the least place anyone would imagine you’d be going to. But hey you were there, and you cannot deny the fact that you’re not really what they thought you were – that some ordinary guy they’ve come to love because of his honesty and truthfulness – or so they thought, idiot!
Is it the part where I have to say “Hello Freedom?”
Damn it, I’m finally free.
It’s feels so good!