Can we just talk about cats and pizza?
Growing up with medals hanging on my neck is quite suffocating. My preference around the area became as high as Mt. Everest, and if only I could find the evidence that the Earth is flat, I would. Because my standard is pure perfection.
When I was in high school, I tended to ignore people who’s seem to lack at using their brains— asking the obvious matters.
I wasn't and even now, I am not perfect. But at least I don't add the being-not-perfect all the time to my vocabulary. There will always be a time where you have to be perfect.
When pandemic came, I was stuck with immaturity and maturity. I asked myself If I was mature enough because I can study on my own without the help of my teachers or was I Immature because I think of that?
My standard became high and high that I don't want to talk with people who's just asking me If I already ate.
Sometimes, I think of what if I was just an ordinary girl with no awards and didn’t push that hard to study.
I don’t want to be that dumb or be as brilliant as Einstein. But sometimes, I just want to talk to someone with a dumb conversation. Since life is way too deep already.
Because back then, it is immature of me to have a small conversation with no substance at all. I only wanted to talk about the essence of living, the proof of our purpose, and anything that can make eyes squint on thinking.
I only wanted to talk about life in depth.
Until we were in our politics class and you called me.
I thought you were going to ask me about the bill of rights but you just...
"Do you eat pepperoni pizza?"
"What? We're in politics class, It has nothing to do with—"
"Can we just talk about cats and pizza for now?"
Then I smiled because he wanted to talk about cats and pizza, but it was the butterflies who were in my stomach, not the pizza.
Written by Seenicaetoh
