Tonight

In the midst of being a youth on the verge of breaking the social code, I denied myself the right to sleep for a cup of coffee in a less the normally crowded Denny's. The only people here are as follows: the usual skinny man who bugs all of the waitresses and sits close to the door in case he needs to make a break for it, and a group of kids, around my age maybe younger, asking way to much of Angela. The damn kid doesn't need three more pancakes. The first three already went straight to his chin. And the girl across from him doesn't need another mango tea, "THE REST OF YOUR PARTY IS LEAVING LITTLE GIRL CAN'T YOU SEE! NO NEED FOR THE EXCESS AMOUNT OF SUGAR BEFORE YOU GO HOME AND CRAP IT ALL OUT OF YOUR ASS HOLE!" Three more people just walked in, and the fourth person they were with was obviously to young to be coming to a Denny's at midnight, so of course, they had him/her in a baby carrier. This coffee is good, straight of the Coffea arabica, which is the firs type of coffee plant listed on wikipedia, I dont know shit about coffee. Somebody just instant messaged me saying they never get to see me and when they do its only for little spurts. I replied by telling them I was like rain. I only come around every once in a while but you never forget about me because when I do finally appear, I get you wet. Please don't put that trash bag on the tableeeeeeee.... ok. Thank you for topping me off Angela, you're the best. You'll never get that Homer Simpson doll skinny man, thats fifty cents wasted. Thats thirty seconds wasted.

What am I saying, I'm sitting at Denny's and I'm thinking to myself that someone else is wasting their time. What am I doing, nothing important, nothing worth taking note of, nothing I will remember as being life changing. This may as well have never happened, because If I'm not going to remember it in the future, what was the purpose of doing it? What's the meaning behind that little moments in life that we dont remember? Why do they need to happen? The sparks that they may eventually make on my future seem so miniscule they can't seem to be appropriately placed into a setting that would be considered a groundbreaking point in my life. The butterfly effect, that has to be real, right? That has to be the reason why the little moments in our lives that we cant remember happen. Purpose outweighs memory and potential outweighs present talent.