Permanence is Fathomable

Mr. Frustrated used to deal with problems concerning social adversaries with people by himself. If he's not at the university, he'll be curling up in an isolated room, crying, talking to himself, sometimes cursing. That was what he was, a simply lonesome commoner with all the loath to the world. Especially when he stopped attaining tertiary education for a year due to some unavoidable circumstances, which he hated the most, for it felt like he was left alone, with no one to turn to, no shoulder to lean with, and with no hands to touch and comfort. But that changed when he met the people who reverted his approach in life. The people who taught him the essence of friendship. 

Back on the first semester. That was one hell of a kind-- a roller coaster ride of adventure and awesomeness. Back then, he met these course mates who were at first very cold and new to his notion. Well, he ca't blame them with the demeanor. He even waited for them to approach him first. But what happened was fast, the getting-to-know-you thing, and that was like a split of an eye, that they were able to build their bond and became friends. And knowing them was the start of just few of his many changes.

Anyways, It has been like that for months, covering the whole 1st semester, and the loner commoner was obnoxious to experience more with them. But as what he has predicted, it didn't last longer, or he just thought that it won't last longer than the time that he was actually anticipating, and started to keep a kinky distance from them, thinking that he was no longer part of the clique.  

The last time they had this hang out thing was after their major class, where almost all the "group" members went to the place, invited him who was feeling so down at that time, and saw the higher years at the edifice with a center table and bottles of refreshments on it. He thought that they will do the thing, but he was more than surprised on the facade of events, when they slowly walked away, asking permission, some apologized as they walked, and did the thing, one by one they have come and gone, leaving Frustrated behind, cemented on the white mono block chair, with a shame to just leave. Good thing he recognizes the people in front. They had chit chats and drinks. Then after the session, they orderly went home, but he, together with 5 of his friends, decided to go on bar hopping, but is still agitated with the frustrating attitude of the now gone entities.

They danced, were not-so-drunk, but were so happy with the muffled events with the other nocturnes. Wrecked-up, he arrived home happy but with fiery, uttering to the foul wind, never to give everything to the friends that you used to know, or you'll end up frustrated in the end, like what the Frustrated had experienced.

Honestly, there were many silly things that made him change his attitude, but he never, and will never regret the memories and the "laag" time.