Fall or Autumn, whichever you call it, the season is the beginning of one of the greatest sports in human history: football. The crispness of the breeze as built men all gather onto the field, to gain points which leads to a trophy and numerous accolades. Yells and joyous canter echoing through the stadium as one sees the progression in which of their teams in the end will bring home a win, while the other team leaves with nothing but anger and disappointment. The balance that this sport has is what I look forward to every season, outside of Pumpkin-flavored everything and Halloween.
This past Wednesday, I had what would be considered a mental crack. Not a complete breakdown, but I had broken down throughout the day. Waking up on my day off, I had experienced a series of fluxes in my emotions that all lead up to me feeling empty and overflowing with tears. You may be wondering why or even when did I figure out that I was mentally cracking. Through the tears and anguish, I had begun to search out, to figuring out the reasons why. Why was I so damn sad when everything around me has been going well? Why was I feeling so empty that mustering the feeling of being "full" was a difficult task, especially in the things that had been going very well for me?
Philadelphia is all that it was known for, from the LOVE sign down to the infamous cheesesteaks. Though all of those things were well and good; the bad was just as equal in the amount that happens in the city of Brotherly Love. With every success that came with the city, the failures and realities were much greater. Even as a young child, I knew that the city that birthed me had a strong duality to it. I would run up the infamous Rocky stairs only to walk down the old, piss-smelled subway tunnel to head home to the "hood." Neighborhood Murals done by non-profit organizations that have beautiful concepts is only to be mirrored by street artists paying tribute to a fallen homie. Artists tags their calligraphy, etching their existences in high places throughout the city. No one wants to be forgotten, erased out of history yet as I ride through the city; I see otherwise. History and beauty illuminate throughout every corner of Philadelphia.
Gia felt like her brain was going to explode. Whether it was a mix of today's stresses of life or just... hearing Lai and Sebastian go at it with each other over the phone, her temples had begun to throb. It was the tale of her best friend's current "situation-ship." Every good thing that was going on, Gia would hear about it. Every bad... Gia would hear about it. Wishing that she was deaf, she listened and advised, yet Lai would take her advice of leaving him alone. On this day, she had decided to take Lai out to eat, and while they were "catching up," Sebastian called and the fireworks had begun.
I'm sure the title looks misleading, possibly cynical—and maybe it is. Yet, at this period of my life, I have not made it to the infamous cornerstone of life's journey; Marriage. The old holy union between two lovers that had concluded that they want to do this thing call life together until death. The very thought of it, right now, makes me laugh. Gut-clutching laughter. That's pretty dark. It might be, however, looking at my life; I haven't had great examples of marriage. Along with being possibly on the end of what many married people seek; the adulteress. I can't help but crack the hell up.
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