Bring me the tennis.

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It's strange how the older you get, the more differentiated you are from others. Instead of being able to call my neighbor and play tennis, I have to seek out other individuals who want to play tennis, but also suck at tennis.


I also feel like this will change when I'm older. My parents are empty nesting and looking for excuses to do anything. But I just want to play tennis. And Anna Duricy, the person who really motivated me to play Tennis is living her busy life. And thus, I am left to seek out other individuals to play tennis with.


And I have. But not until Saturday. That's four days away, and four days too long. It's 1:44AM. I don't want to do calculus any longer. I don't want to keep staring at my laptop. I want to play tennis. And oh I long for the days when I had friends up at 2AM.


RIP childhood.

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