I have the night to me.

I remember being a loner all through kindergarten, primary school and middle school. I was a bit of a weirdo. I liked stargazing, bird watching, and I generally disliked talking to people. I switched schools when I was in the 7th grade and that changed. I became a much more social person. The people in my new school were great, they welcomed my weirdness. I made solid friendships. By the time I was in high school, I loved my friends so much, I couldn’t even decide who was my best friend. I became defined by my friends. I stopped doing my weird stuff. Not that my friends were dismissive of it, I just wanted to do what they were doing, and hang out with them, and not be a loner.

Maybe today will change that. At least I hope it will. I want to be that slightly eccentric guy who is also social and fun. The moon gives me hope. I don’t know why. It takes me back to my younger years, I guess.

School ended, and all my friends went to different colleges. Two of my best friends moved out from my neighbourhood. Life sucks. How I wish they were all here, with me. Maybe the moon is actually taking me back to the that school trip that we had to a forest resort. We all sat in a clearing at night, silent, staring at the sky, then each other. I hate pithy shit but we really were infinite in that moment.