Different, Dangerous

Aside

I was walking home from a movie night on Sunday with a friend who decided to sleep over at my place; decided to take him on an adventure to this undeveloped road that’s just so damn tempting to walk during the nighttime. He forgot his wallet at my other friend’s place though, and we called a friend who was still there to come drop it off in her car. We stopped and waited at the intersection to that empty, dead-end road and when she arrived, she told me, “You shouldn’t walk there, it’s dangerous.” “Don’t worry, I’ve already walked this road,” I said. “But still, it’s dangerous.”

And she was right. It was dangerous behavior. I was doing something abnormal, something that most people wouldn’t do. Things called out to me just because they were new; just because they were different. I’m different. I’m dangerous.

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