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Personal Narrative: Chugging An Energy Drink

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My work day begins in the back ally smoking a couple cigarettes and chugging an energy drink. When it's finally time to start my shift, I walk back inside and head to the break room. I hang my coat and put on my apron. As I head to the sales floor I'm overcome with anxiety. I'm unaware if it's my actual anxiety problems, the energy drink, or a combination of both which causes it.

As if the anxiety washing over me like a wave of heat isn’t enough, I'm pulled into a dark lonely place by my depression. Nothing sends me to that lonely place quite as much as seeing the one thing I desire most of all but can't get: a beautiful girl. I look out the wall of windows that is the store front from my small cluttered cash register stall. I see her coming out of the restaurant up the sidewalk. She is well dressed, and made up for a fancy meal she jut finished. She stands there joking and laughing with her friends and …show more content…

Her flowing blonde hair stretches halfway down her back. I delve deep in my mind trying to find just the right words, the right ice breaking sentence that might present me with a chance to ask for her number, or better yet a date. I think, and think, and over think and think some more. I have a tendency to do that, to over think when I should just act. To contentiously course my route when it has become time to move. I'm no sommelier, but I know enough about wine to hold a conversation. As the focus of my desire starts to move toward the register area I decide I'll simply bring up something about the dryness of the Bordeaux she has finally chosen, and do my best to make her laugh. At that point, if I feel I've breached the surface. If I feel I've gotten past the awkward stranger moment, and her eyes don’t see me as a grotesque figure. Then I'll tell her how beautiful I think she is, and ask her if she would care to meet me at some future time to share a

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