(Posted in Muddled Memories)
(Continued from In Bloom)
I woke up to the glaring sunlight streaming through my window. My head felt like it got into a fight with a brick wall, and lost. As I was cringing to the repulsive taste in my mouth, I squinted and saw that the clock read 10 Am. Aw, hell naw. Way too early for a night dweller like myself. I had made the rookie mistake of leaving my blinds open. They must be closed, at once. Like a wounded animal, I rolled out of bed and slowly made my way to the window. From my back, I reached up and spun the blinds closed. Laying there, catching my breath from all of the barrel rolls, I felt like I too could see Blue. Contemplating whether or not to just set up camp there for awhile, the post it on the wall caught my attention.
It was funny to see how crappy my hand writing was after having a couple of beverages. I was relieved that I did it, though, because I didn’t remember the observation I had made about the group of girls. Yeah, pinning it to the wall was a little unnecessary, but . . . yeah. Really have nothing else to add on there. I really wanted to get some people’s opinion of my product idea. But, my room had just turned into a dark cave. So, that was gonna have to wait for a couple hours.
Most people wake up to the birds chirping. Not me. I am awaken every afternoon by a much less delightful noise. The wall in my room is connected to the bathroom and I am reminded of that with each blaring toilet flush. It’s usually a series of 5 or 6 flushes because of the 12 pack and 4 chimichangas my roommate had the night before. It gets even lovelier when he bangs on my door and proclaims “Put some wings on me, I can fly now that I’m so much lighter!” I can’t believe that this is my alarm clock . . .
I usually would have told him to f off and went back to sleep. Not today though. “Come in here batman”. He opens the door and attempts to jump on my face; ass first. Fortunately, he misses and bounces onto the ground. “Dude, listen to this. I came up with a brilliant idea last night.” “Doubt it“. “Screw you, listen.” I disclosed the privileged information to him. “That’s stupid. Drive me to Burger King“. “Are you serious, it’s a great idea.” “Yeah, not really. I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
He’s a guy, he doesn’t understand that girls will like it. I then decided to call a trusted adviser. She’ll get it. I told her about the product. “Not bad.” “That’s all you got?” “Well, it could work. But, it takes a lot of money to start up a business. And you’re broke.” “Thanks for the positivity. I’m going to get a prototype made. You’re going to have to test it out for me.” “We’ll see.” I already knew from the little time I spent brainstorming about the idea that it was going to be a long process to get the product on the market. But, I didn’t know it would be so difficult to get people to buy into the idea. I knew it was a good idea and people would realize it; they just needed something tangible to look at. I absolutely hate doing research but knew I had to find a manufacturer to make a sample. This is going to suck . . .
I’m interested to hear from you about your college experience. Did you also have hilarious roommates?
Cheers to sharing!