Flight of the Valkyries

A star lit night found two valkyries under siege, from forces united.
Forces far more "mature than thou."

From a mere serenade, a battle did escalate - and from such a mob did rise. A mob of like mind, driven by righteousness, and a mind for safety, all that is good, and simply "looking better than the people they're looking down upon."

And thusly the valkyries were set upon with weapons and cries, and driven to shelter in a small room placed under siege - the stakes: dignity, and dignity alone.
Negotiations were made, attempts to escape were thwarted, tensions grew high, the mob grew ever more self-righteous.

Dr. Peppers were exchanged.

After an accidental shafting of a window screen, and a final toast, the valkyries did ride.
And thus they broke through siege lines, weapons in hand, after negotiations yielded 2 Dr. Peppers and a very surly crowd, with an attitude of "holier than thou" and "more mature than thou."

... And I feel so alive.

Call me stupid and immature, but at least I'll remember this for the rest of my life - and what will those who tell me otherwise have to remember? Only that they told me not to do it, and stood by with envy in their eyes for the fond memory I have made and will keep with me forever.

Has the joke ceased being funny? Or is it only no longer funny because the mob decrees it to be so, and everyone is too afraid to laugh out loud lest they too lose their aura of "more mature than thou?" Is it right to assume gross stupidity of those whom you are looking down upon, simply because it makes you look more mature when you lecture?

Hmm... perhaps it is only fitting that I include a more concrete description of the events that transpired this evening. As such, you may go to the account of tonight's events as recounted by Steph and read all about it.

Now perhaps, you may better understand why it is I feel alive... why I know that as long as I continue to make new memories for myself, stories that I will be able to keep with me for the rest of my life, I will never be merely "not dead." Why I will let no mob, no in-crowd, no one dictate what I believe and what I do... my stories would simply cease to be.

I guess, now, the more pertinent question is, are you really alive?
Once in a heavily sleep-deprived while, I ask myself that question, and I wonder if it is so for the rest of my friends.

But of course... I am far too gone at this point to be coherent. Fairly euphoric, and ever so alive from tonight's capers, I find myself realizing that it's not about finishing up my time here at MIT, but what I do while I'm here that counts. And more than ever, I wish everyone the best of luck in finding that they too are alive and leaders in their own right, and never blind followers.