stockholm syndrome
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I don't want to go home," cried the little girl residing at her boyfriend's for the last month.
On the one hand, this means I will get back into my social life, if I want, and on the other hand, it means no more daily cutesiness living together fun. No longer will I have this routine, and sense of "purpose," of reciprocated TLC, complacent I-do-what-I-want attitude. There shall be no hugs when I wake up, quiet held back laugher seeing a guy wrapped up in Hello Kitty sheets, or a pool located some feet away from my door entrance. I titled this "Stockholm Syndrome" because I've come to really enjoy this inland empire area called Riverside. Cooped up here long enough has made it so. Maybe it's also a realistic interpretation of my relationship, if you go back to the very beginning? Silliness, that'd be way too horrible.
Woe is me, I have the privelege of higher education! That's sarcasm, if you didn't catch it. I start this weekend and I'm jumping right into the deep end. I hope I like it. I hope I like it. I hope I like it.
I got a "book bag" today that's versatile to be used as a regular one too. The cashier man, a simple black man, who might have been gay told me how cute it was and asked me what I'd be using it for. I exclaimed, "books!" He responded, in slight surprised disgust, "books?!" The short exchange was comical to me and I'll remember it everytime I use this bag.
Speaking of books, I want these:
Okay, goodnight!
On the one hand, this means I will get back into my social life, if I want, and on the other hand, it means no more daily cutesiness living together fun. No longer will I have this routine, and sense of "purpose," of reciprocated TLC, complacent I-do-what-I-want attitude. There shall be no hugs when I wake up, quiet held back laugher seeing a guy wrapped up in Hello Kitty sheets, or a pool located some feet away from my door entrance. I titled this "Stockholm Syndrome" because I've come to really enjoy this inland empire area called Riverside. Cooped up here long enough has made it so. Maybe it's also a realistic interpretation of my relationship, if you go back to the very beginning? Silliness, that'd be way too horrible.
Woe is me, I have the privelege of higher education! That's sarcasm, if you didn't catch it. I start this weekend and I'm jumping right into the deep end. I hope I like it. I hope I like it. I hope I like it.
I got a "book bag" today that's versatile to be used as a regular one too. The cashier man, a simple black man, who might have been gay told me how cute it was and asked me what I'd be using it for. I exclaimed, "books!" He responded, in slight surprised disgust, "books?!" The short exchange was comical to me and I'll remember it everytime I use this bag.
Speaking of books, I want these:
Okay, goodnight!