I hope love finds me while buying waffles
sigh…
I had always thought I would find love in uni. I’d be walking to class one day and mysteriously bump into someone, scattering my books on the floor. We would simultaneously bend to pick it up and accidentally head-butt each other. My stronger head would almost cause him a concussion and in asking him, “Are you okay?” our eyes would lock and he would forget all about his head trauma.
I’m playing, but seriously though, I thought I would find love in uni. Let me rephrase that, I thought love would find me there. I mean, we weren’t formally allowed to date in high school, uni was the one place I was going to meet the love of my life. We would get married after dating for about four years and live till we’re ninety-four. One day in our lives, young singles would ask us how we met and the answer was to be, “Oh, we met in university, her being all clumsy had dropped her books and I helped her pick them up. Worst day of my life, she actually head-butted me”. And I would laugh and call him silly. Where else was I going to find a herd of people my age, with like minds?
Today was my younger sister’s convocation ceremony and I had to return to my school to join in the celebration. Upon entering the gate, a wave of nostalgia flooded my memory. On this ground I had cried into my pillow, I had laughed till my belly hurt, I had stalked a fellow student and I had found a community. This was where I knew I had a limerence issue, this was where I realized that I needed to build my self-esteem, and this was where I had failed socially.
My life in university consisted of four main routines: Go to class, spend some time at the chapel, quickly rush into the cafeteria to get some food ( make sure to keep an unapproachable face), and retire to your hostel. Rinse and repeat. I craved attention, I wanted something real but I gave myself no chance for it to bloom.
In 100 level, I would buy biscuits and peanut butter and eat them almost every night to prevent myself from needing to leave my hostel at night. But the thing was, nighttime was when you actually got to meet people from all over the campus because classes ended by 7 pm. If I were to give my younger self some advice, it would be this:
Go buy waffles, maybe love might find you while buying waffles.
Till next time,
Love and Light.
Here’s to 30 days of writing without restraint. Day 27/30.
