How to Lose a Shawarma in 10 Minutes
You’d think it’d be easy — just pick a topic and start writing. But I don’t know what to write about, and I want to write about everything at once. But then there wouldn’t be any real story, and I’d just be jumping from one topic to another. I hope that’s not ADHD talking — just a stream of thoughts.
My day started off interesting — I won’t get into that — but the middle of the day was pretty meh. I got hungry and decided to grab a shawarma. Luckily, I had 250 rubles on me (about $3), so I went to my favorite shawarma guy, bought a medium spicy shawarma, and went home. I ate it — the taste was a bit off, though. He changes his recipe from time to time.
Then Daniil, my cousin, called and offered a deal: he’d bring his gym bag over to my place, head to football from there, and in return, I’d get a shawarma from the place he works at. Their shawarma is great — made with fresh, quality ingredients — but the prices start at 350 rubles, which is still a bit pricey for me. I agreed.
So I went to his place, picked up his bag, came back home, made myself some coffee, and brewed chicory for my parents, since cezve-brewed coffee isn’t good for them, and they try to avoid it.
Some time passed, Danya showed up, I made him a coffee, and we headed out to football together. On the way, we stopped by a store, and he said, “Pick a drink.” He bought a vanilla Coke and a Twix. I told him, “Then don’t worry about the shawarma.” He said, “Ok.” And just like that, I missed my chance to get a shawarma.
I didn’t play — I didn’t get a chance to message earlier that I’d be able to come. The team was already set: 12 people, 6 vs 6, mini-field. I just stood there and watched. It was funny, but freezing.
I started thinking about wasting time: watching them play football — always a lot duller than playing yourself — for two hours that I could’ve spent doing something else: studying, watching YouTube, scrolling TikTok, whatever. Instead, I just stood there, freezing in the wind.
Time keeps moving. I’m already 21, and it’s time to change my life, sharpen my skills, and start looking for a job.
I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t think it’s really because of my physical stuff (height, thin build, and Poland syndrome) or even my “charisma.” I think it’s because I don’t take the first step. And what’s the point, anyway? I don’t even have a stable job yet. Let’s leave that topic for later — for now, I’ll just keep an eye out. Actually, I do have a story about my one and only love so far, but I’ll save that for another time too.
Tomorrow I’m going to work. I’ll be moving shelves.
No one really wants to hear a random stream of thoughts — everyone’s got their own. No one wants to read about a boring day in the life of a 21-year-old guy — everyone’s got their own gray, boring days.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate it.