I am on the BART to Berkeley.
Lapsley’s “Hurt Me” is playing on my Spotify.
Spotify has this “Save offline” functionality with which you can save songs for offline listening.
That’s what I do whenever I go skateboarding at Potrero Hill. Potrero is so picturesque though. And relaxing. I love skateboarding there to just chill on the lush green hill in front of the very colorful high school.
I have this Spotify playlist I curated over the past few months. Plus, there was this playlist my roommate introduced me to: “Lush + Atmospheric”.
He is from Southern California, my roommate. He is so cool though. I got to learn about Spotify’s Lush+Atmospheric playlist one night when we were both very high in the room and listening to Spotify playlists. I think he actually had a “High” playlist. Or maybe it was an official Spotify playlist. That Spotify thing is pretty crazy.
That night I ran out of synonyms for “high”, because he kept coming up with new ones I had never heard before, every two minutes.
”Oh Mayowa, I’m so baked right now.”
I couldn’t even contain my laughter. I was like rolling all over the rug in the room.
”Baked.” What the fuck.
“Oh Mayowa, I’m so packed right now.”
”Jesus Christ hahaha! Packed! What the fuck bro, You just keep bringing it hahaha!”
I am on the BART to Berkeley.
I am going to see a show.
“Black Virgins are not for Hipsters”, that’s the title of the show. I found out about it on Eventbrite. Eventbrite is so cool. Plus there is just so much happening in the Bay area all the time, it’s so exciting. Although sometimes it feels like you’re always missing out on something. That can sometimes be an uncomfortable feeling.
Lapsley’s voice is really nice. I like this song. The lyrics are pretty gripping.
Under the overly bright lights of the BART this evening, I realize that I am experiencing a new feeling. I am currently experiencing a feeling I have never experienced before: The feeling of having someone waiting back at home for me. The feeling of having a romantic partner waiting back at home for me. This is new. This is a completely new feeling.
Some context: I recently got a girlfriend. I recently fell in love. And believe me, it’s crazy- I’m being introduced to this side of myself I never knew existed. This soft mushy irrational Mayowa I don’t understand at all.
It’s an interesting feeling- having someone waiting back at home for you. There’s the excitement that comes with liberty- being free to do whatever you want- being free to stay out as late as you want- That’s something I have been enjoying immensely over the past few months. But this is different. I have someone I love waiting back at home for me in San Francisco. For some reason, staying out as late as possible just doesn’t seem as appealing anymore.
Lapsley’s “Hurt Me” keeps playing.
I am skateboarding around the campus of UC Berkeley.
It seems like a cool school. Not as cool as my school though. Haha. Nowhere as cool as my school.
I am early for the show. I don’t know how that happened. I am usually late for everything.
I keep skateboarding. There’s a Frat House building thing by the left. Alpha Beta Gamma Zeus or something like that. Sounds like something Tyler and Zach would be extremely excited by. I myself am curious about what goes on in the building though.
I keep skateboarding. Some woman is doing a garage sale. I’m interested in a fairly used snowboard. I spend the next like twenty minutes in a discussion with the woman, while negotiating on a price for the snowboard at the same time. I’m not quite sure how much she agreed to sell it for- I think it was thirty dollars. I didn’t know if that was a good deal or not. I had no idea how much snowboards cost.
“I could ask Omar, my Israeli classmate. He’s a snowboarding guy.”
When we eventually agree on a price, I realize I have nowhere to keep the snowboard. My classmates and I will be moving to Berlin soon. How the hell am I supposed to transport a snowboard all the way to Europe? Who is going to pay for the extra baggage?
Black Virgins are not for Hipsters.
Echo Brown’s performance is impressive. Very moving. Her tears are so compelling. She is such a bad person and dating her will making you very disoriented and miserable in life and she is so open and honest and straightforward about that. It’s very admirable. At the end of the show she takes questions. I ask a few.
I really like my school. I genuinely feel like the experience I’m getting there is perceptibly improving the quality of my questions/contributions in general social situations. Echo Brown responds to my questions from her seat on the stage. This is so exciting.
After the show I’m talking with this girl from Ethiopia. She seems somewhat nervous. Come on pretty looking girl, open your mouth and respond to my questions. I don’t bite you know.
I am on the BART back to San Francisco.
It has been a very enjoyable night. There is just one thing on my mind right now- getting back to my girlfriend. I love her so much. I have never experienced this much affection and desire for a human being in my life.
I’ve missed her so much just in the last few hours. Right now I am in a Subway train under the ocean, pining to get back to get back to my girlfriend in San Francisco.
Something from my Spotify “Saved for Offline” playlist is playing.
Now Playing: Memories by Petit Biscuit.
Images:
1. In the MUNI, on a different night. I think I was on the way back from buying a new skateboard at Haight/Ashbury.
2. San Francisco. Probably also on a different night.
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