A Journey or a Path

The way, oh the way. The way we use this phrase to start off not the detailing of our journey, but more of the 'tics' the journey has given us. The way we wake up next to someone new. The way we talk while we are chewing. The way we waste our money. And the way we live. It's not a way of describing a part of us, its giving our personalities a form of words to provide understanding of ourselves and others to the community that is our universe. For all we know, the aliens are detailing each and every hook-up into a warp-speed soap opera. With the general public today they'd need that extra swift quality they might just have to keep up with our over-caffeinated versions.
Sometimes we move on, to what seems to be a town without coffee, even though I had a great cup in the next town over the other day. The life we thought we were living, and the life we thought we would bring back with such enthusiasm to our home state, has slowed to and almost heart breaking rate. Our Northern socialite selves have been turned into, well, elves. We are deemed undesirable and our tongues grow brittle from the lack of alcohol. The drink we drank so greatly, that truly wet our whistle and let us slip every word we had always wanted to say. The sauce that gave us access to a world of new possibilities, more than we ever thought school would.
So much, I am required to speak of myself, even though I'd like to generalize myself within a population. I met so many people those nights I painted the town, even if it was the nice color of vomit. I lived those nights, and the awkward mornings, as a famous t-shirt states, were better than any of my boring nights. I wish there was some way I could get back there now.