That Stupid Guy

The alarm wakes me up from my core world - dreamland is what I call it, eyes refusing to open, dragging my body to the washroom, daydream about something unusual, and also feeling my stomach getting lighter, crawling up to work as usual following the daily routine with very great difficulty, my mind wonders why so much effort when I can choose to skip my work and lose myself in my dreamland. I am convinced of the fact that I can work at night very well. Wait!? I've not introduced myself yet. I've got to have some manners! Hey there, my name is Hazel Steele and I am a 23-year-old girl or should I say, woman? Well, I'll leave that to you to decide. Why, because I would take any chance to be lazy and not take decisions whenever I am gifted with an opportunity to do so.  To sum up my 23 years, I've had a mediocre experience at high school crushing over lame guys and fantasizing that they would realize my worth on one fine morning and beg for a second chance with me. Read it again, it was a fantasy. Nevertheless, somewhere deep down in my heart, this is also a hope that someday there will be a REAL MAN who will realize my true worth. College days were filled with XX chromosomes around me. For those who are not familiar with the term mentioned above, let me make it easy for ya; Women's College for fricking fantabulous 5 Years! But that was a hell of a learning experience too. What could I possibly learn? Duh!? Women. That is no less than a subject either (high-fives to all the men who just couldn't help but strongly agree with me on this, I know, right?).  To all the women who just frowned, well no offense but it is true. I have had quite a number of times where  I felt I don't belong with females because of the bad experiences that I've had with them except the women in my family. Not to forget to mention I have nothing against them but this is just my thoughts. I will share those experiences too, in the other chapter and I am very sure that by the end of the chapter you would sympathize with me.  Coming back to my senses, I was expressing my pain of not being an early morning bird but definitely a nightingale. But a thought about someone gives a tinge of excitement, making me more convinced with why should I wake up on every sunday and go to work. Ahh..! That face though..!