Calling It Quits

Dear diary,

I remembered a moment today from back when I was in middle school that I thought was worth writing about. Maybe you'll find it as amusing as I do.

I was sitting in the hallway during lunch recess, playing on my iPod. I was too young yet to have an iPhone. That's what Mom said, even though everybody else in my grade had one. I was playing one of that week's top games, at least for my age group, and my friend came and sat beside me.

She didn't come because I was sad or somewhere unusual. It was my typical place to sit at recess, and usually, a few of my friends would alternate coming to see me.

She didn't really say anything. She was just watching me play, until I pressed the circular arrow reset button, and started playing a new game.

"Wait, what was that? Why did you restart?" She asked, "You were just getting into it."

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I just felt like restarting. I don't think I was getting anywhere with that one."

"That's why you never win. You always quit before you can get anywhere," she scoffed, and got up to walk away, "You're never going to win playing like that."

I didn't glance up at her as she walked away. I stayed seated, and continued playing the new game.

She and I don't really talk anymore.