A Stream of Consciousness

My co-intern and I were counting our days left in the company. If all goes well and there be no bumps along the way, we'll finish by the 26th of May. While we were talking shamelessly about the end of our days, our supervisor--someone who used to work as someone in Chevron--asked us when our internship would end. I told him, a bit of the fourth week of May. A bit. That sounded so wrong and unnatural, now that I think of it.

It's kinda weird watching you from afar. Like I'm looking at someone who could've been me. Or someone that could be me right now. But I refuse to believe it. I might have been as unsound as you are right now, but I was never as hungry. And now, watching you from afar, I feel sad. You have, after all, become the stereotype.

I can say that after a pretty steady amount of months, I have successfully grown into a more emotionally mature Arvin. And now that I'm more emotionally mature, it's time to become the hardworking boy that I am: start working on my internship journal and stop being poor, is the new mantra.

Ahhh. So much of my life is compartmentalized that I can't even remember what I told to whom. I can, however, honestly say, that at least three people know me fully well at the moment. Or maybe one.

A lot of people from the *past* have been popping in and out of my life. Is this some sort of a test? If it is, well, it's a very easy test. My loyalty shall never waver.

I realize, I can actually be very happy. And I don't even have to think or contemplate why. Just like a given fact, it is.