I know what you're thinking, what I've told you so far has made me look like that person outside of society who thinks he's different and looks down on everyone, right?

But haven't I told you before, I am the most normal of the normal, I may get carried away with music and get into a mood sometimes, but this is an exceptional case.

There were times when I felt superior, but isn't every person superior in something anyway? I feel like I am asking you too many questions, am I trying the Socratic method...?

Looking out of the bus window, the gray city looked surprisingly vibrant today. The sun reflected off the glass facades of the buildings and caught my eyes. The sky was like a deep blue painting with clouds as soft as cotton candy. But the reality behind this beauty was scorching heat. The heat waves seemed to melt the asphalt and my lungs burned with every breath.

How quickly I lose my joy, there are so many beautiful things, but a single discontent prevents me from seeing other beauties.

Hey wait a minute, I can keep questioning myself, we didn't make such a rule, at least consider it my right.

Today we will meet again at our favorite place and I have two alternatives to get there, either I will take the bus or I will walk.

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As you guessed, I didn't choose to take the bus because it was too sunny and I didn't have my glasses, why? Because I love torturing myself.

As the sun was beating down, I regretted once again that I hadn't taken my sunglasses back home, which only came to my mind 10 steps away from the bus stop.

I climbed the slope on my route with sweat pouring down my forehead and on the other hand, I still have the music playing in my ears that puts me in the mood, but I can't focus on the song much because my heart is beating at 130 right now.

As I start to approach the venue, some thoughts start to appear in my head again, I would like to talk about them briefly if you don't mind.

I think there are two states of people, the ones they are and the ones they want to be, and thirdly the ones they think they are.

I follow this inference and when I am alone with my thoughts, I suggest to myself the portrait of the person I want to be.

"You will no longer make unnecessary jokes, you will be calm and dignified, you will listen to people and speak when necessary, you will not be unnecessarily sensitive and you will act maturely."

Yes, I kept this personality in my mind until the moment I saw my three friends sitting at a table in the corner of the café from afar they noticed me and I became this person.

When I stepped through the wooden door of the café, a mystical mixture of coffee and cake filled my nostrils. The dim lights, comfortable armchairs, and old records on the walls created a warm and cozy atmosphere. The laughter of my friends sitting at a table in the corner danced to the light jazz music.

As soon as I saw my friends, all my plans to be dignified and cool fell apart. A stupid grin appeared on my face and my steps involuntarily accelerated. It was only a matter of time before I took off my headphones and returned to my own personality.

"Whatcha doin', y'all."