The Old Boy and the Wonderwall

Years of exposure to blink-182 is, by no mean, quite unhealthy for an old boy like me. There is nothing wrong about their music, I mean, they are not perfect, but they are more than great enough. The problem is, when you are almost thirty, yet a song made for teenagers still make you feel … itchy, then you are definitely a prime example of what I call old boy.

I admit I’ve been an old boy for a bit too long than I should. The road to maturity is not a simple one, and it’s not something you can achieve by simply staying alive and sane for a few decades, even though those two things are harder to achieve year by year. But yeah, my body is almost thirty, yet my mind is like a baby.

There are a lot of proofs of this phenomenon, but today I will only talk about one example: Love.

Yes, yes, I know love is such an overdone theme of a story. But, THIS is my story, and I’m an old boy that is almost thirty.

Where should we start? I guess we can start with the usual introduction. There’s this girl. It always starts with a girl. Even a story starring a homosexual boy will start with a girl … that’s how important the females are.

So, let’s start with her.

Okay … to be honest I don’t know what to tell you about this girl. See, I’ve told you how immature I am, and yet you still read my story up to this point.

I guess that’s enough proof of my immaturity. But no, I still want to talk about her.

Let’s try it again, this time, we will talk about her, but not “about her.” Get it? No? Let’s talk about her, from my perspective.

She is the kind of girl that will make you overthink stuffs with a single glance.
She is the kind of girl that deserves ̶a̶ ̶m̶i̶x̶t̶a̶p̶e̶ ̶f̶u̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶v̶o̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶n̶g̶.

Hold on, she’s not on that level yet.

She is the kind of girl you will stare when you cover “Creep” on stage.
She is the kind of girl you wish will be waiting for you at the backstage.
She is the kind of girl that makes you think “what the hell is this?!”
She is the kind of girl that makes going to ̶s̶c̶h̶o̶o̶l̶ work exciting.
She is the kind of girl that you afraid of breaking your heart.
She is the “fuckin’ special” angel Thom Yorke mentioned … at least for you.
She is the Wonderwall.
She is…

The list will be too long and meaningless to write in a list, but you got the point right? Because to be honest, I don’t.