This question would have its neon lights turned on whenever I am in a group of acquaintances or more recently, friends, and as I am here, fiddling with my phone while my friends and my girlfriend is at the other end of the apartment, laughing and snorting over things I can never comprehend, my head hurts. Really hurts.
Penang has been kind to me. The sunburn, the vibrant and colorful energy it offers to anyone who cares to give it a look and the engorgeous amounts of good food piled up till the tip of my neck, it has everything that anybody would die to have, except for the weather of course, which, I suspect, could be Jesus masturbating to Madonna or Zeus screaming lights out at the humans who take the rain and sun granted. Traveling with this bunch of friends, even for the first day, albeit being tiring, was fun, and pretty hilarious. It was a much milder version of the Hangover, where everyone seemed to have so much joy to give and so many matters to share.
But am I able to partake in this responsibility? To bask myself into these humans that are my friends, beings whom I care for and cater for, and let them be the judge, jury and executioner of how I feel for the day?
I'm afraid not, because in the end, I seem to never fit in.
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