Sorry That My Phone's Been Off

With laptop bag in hand, I sauntered around my morning corner to the bus stop. I glanced down at my pants with a great deal of frustration: the bottoms of my black Aeropostale jeans refuse to remain over the top of my shoes and seem to instead prefer tucking themselves into the flaps of my black loafers. This feeling of frustration floods my mind with memories of the last time I had this problem with these pants and these shoes.

Since Sunday night, I've felt a wide range of emotions.

Anger-
I hope those motherf*****s get shot in their legs and lay on the sidewalk and bleed to death.

Fear-
Dude...do you realize how close I was to dying?

Frustration-
ARGH! I wish I would've done something!

And...of course...humor-
We were six blocks away from Barack Obama's house, the most secure homestead in America, and we got held up at gun point. Haha!

It feels weird feeling emotions again because I was so apathetic about so many things for so long as a result of a rough school year. It's the same feeling that you see when you watch an old garden hose get used at the first sign of Spring, it's the same feeling you hear when your joints complain in the morning, and it's the same feeling you feel when you spend time with an old and almost-forgotten friend.

I remained completely calm when it was happening: I remained totally unflustered. I heard something along the lines of "Sonuvabitch" or "Aw, shit" said in a very pedestrian way, as though my friend had just realized he spilled something on his nice button-up shirt. I turned around to see that monster machine of metal with its cold, dead weight and unequivocal efficiency. It was spun around in front of my face and the faces of my friends.

"Don't worry. I ain't gunna shoot you or nuthin' like that."

Then, why the fuck do you have a gun?

I remained totally calm, did what they said, gave them my wallet, gave them my cell phone, and faced the other direction and walked.

It wasn't until I got home that night that these emotions hit me, and it wasn't until my jeans tucked themselves into my shoes this morning that I fully realized what happened and how I was reacting to it.