The vending machine sodas cost $1.50. I counted out $1.35 in change. But, I also had a 5 dollar bill. I tore apart my whole room searching for 15 cents, but I could only find pennies. Nobody is here right now and I definitely didn’t feel like searching around for someone with 5 singles. So, I figured I would just use the 5 dollar bill. The quarters I get back would come in handy for the metro anyway.
I go downstairs and luckily the vending machine that has Dr. Pepper takes 1s and 5s. Yessssh. I go to put my bill in, the machine doesn’t take it. I do it again--it comes back out. Again--same thing. I must have done this 20 damn times before I got discouraged and gave up. I didn’t wanna party. I didn’t wanna chill with anyone. I didn’t want to text/message/call anyone. All I wanted was a Dr. Pepper.
And after I thought about it, I realized that I didn’t need that soda. And If I’d wanted it badly enough, I would be sippin’ on it right now instead of writing this. Which is where I get my metaphor. I’ve been talking to this guy since like November..maybe October. And we’ve hit a plateau. Like nothing is moving forward, but nothing is moving backward either. We’re stuck. And I’ve tried plenty of times to move it forward, but I don’t feel like working towards nothing anymore. So I’m giving up. I don’t need him. And if I wanted him badly enough, I could have gotten him.
