I am annoyed that I hear my roommate and her boyfriend talking in the hall. Don’t they know I am trying to have a moment of solitude? Makes me mad. They seem so wrong for each other is all I think yet I don’t pity either one of them they are both idiots.
I can hear the wind outside my window and the creaking of a heat panel trying to turn on yet my room is freezing. I can see two girls talking in their living room across the court yard, not trying to creep on them, but what else do I do for 30 minutes? I find myself trying to tune out the noise and find something meaningful to do with my time. As humans in America at least we are never allowed or at least it is frowned upon to just sit and do nothing, this makes this all the more a challenge. I however am a huge fan of the Greek style of life. Wake up in the afternoon, get some work done for a few hours, then party all night, go to sleep and do it all over again. At the same time I love something the Italians call ‘Dolce far Niente’ it means the sweetness of nothing and in a moto for life, I love the sweetness of doing nothing.
The flickering of my candle indicates there is a draft coming through my window…
I remember things from the smell of my candle. Smells of flowers fill the air, reminding me of my office in Tilton summer 2012. After my mom and I had painted over princesses on the walls we used the same candle to get rid of the scent. I miss Jesse.
I hear my roommate tell her boyfriend she hates him, beyond closed doors. It is not the first time I have heard her say that before. Again I think of how I miss Jesse. It’s only been 10 minutes into solitude.
My phone just buzzed, I am tempted but I won’t look. Whatever it is the world can wait….it buzzed again.
There is snow on the ground and two weeks till Christmas. I couldn’t be less excited…for the first time in my almost 23 years I couldn’t care less about Christmas or my birthday just two days later.
I wonder who will read this blog…that I am scribbling onto a notebook page.
I wish I could time travel. I don’t regret many things in my life because it’s all a part o the learning process, however, there are things I would change to correct these immense and overbearing feelings wrapped inside me.
I think if it were possible I may turn off my emotions all together. The ones that keep me awake at night. The ones that make it so impossible to move on. The ones that hold me here guarded behind gates and a mediocre attempt of a smile. A fake persona, that I am truly happy. Although, it is very easy to hide behind the social media world, a person everyone has believed me to be.
My phones buzzed again. 12 minutes left. Come to think of it, I can probably guess who it is that is texting me because for certain, I am not that popular. Or should I say, I have intentionally secluded myself this semester so it gives me an advantage of observation and accuracy in guessing. It’s probably Alex and I hope we can go shooting. I like redneck things I must say. I like being and seeming tough although on the inside, I am rather fragile. Not my bones because I have never broken one, but emotionally I am one sip, one lyric, or one comment away from shutting down on a regular bases. I have become frail. I very much dislike this version of myself.
I wonder how many likes my status has gotten so far. As it says, “Sitting with a candle in the dark. 30 min solitude challenge go!” in reality, who cares. It’s Facebook and the first like will probably come from one of the many people who I don’t really speak to in the real world. Or maybe the first will be my other roommates’ boyfriend, who seems to like a lot of my things.
I see an airplane. Wish I was on it. Take me anywhere but here. I find it funny, that the things you think you want are often not at all what you actually want in life. We never take enough time to think of what we really want until we have lost something we didn’t know we really wanted.
Wonder if that text could be from Jesse? Unlikely. Like bleeding water from a stone, more than a few word response is asking too much. One of these days I will allow myself to stop suffering and being miserable. One of these days, I will feel warmth and care and know that it is forever. One of these days, I will be able to show who I have always been and be accepted for just that. That day is not today.
Wonder if my dad will ever invite me over to dinner. He keeps saying I should come around more often and I keep saying invite me over. We are at a standstill.
“Don’t go chasing waterfalls!” that’s what my roommates boyfriend is singing in the hall way. Laugh out load. They need to stop interrupting my solitude. Now they are arguing that they are so different. Anyone with a brain could tell them that. I think they should break up and get it over with. I’m tired of hearing them time and time again. Her bickering at his every move and him wishing he didn’t love a homebody is the same old same.
I cannot wait for this semester to be over. Maybe then I can experience real solitude.
Times up, and my lights go on. Sadly, I like my room better with the lights out. And as I check my phone and my Facebook, neither is the least bit surprising. Alex texted and a kid I haven’t talked to in forever was the first to like my status. This world…predictable.