Thursday, March 18, 2010
He had inadvertently worn green today. If he had remembered that today was St. Patrick's Day he probably would not have as to not even hold the possibility of being confused for one of them. It wasn't so much that he hated the holiday, but rather the fact that he had to deal with the type of people who celebrated it. They were all loud thick-headed jocks who very well could have come out of an episode of "Jersey Shore," they were the type of people he actively avoided prolonged contact with all throughout high school and now he had to share a train with the drunk, "whoot-ing" mob. He turned the music up in his headphones and kept his head down. Putting up with it just a bit longer was all there was to do, soon he would be home and away from it all.