It has been confirmed...
I am pathetic.
I find this out through a text message from one of my friends. I am on the train, half in the bag, on my way home from the city, when the text comes through. It doesn't exactly say, "You're pathetic", though it really should have. I read the text and laugh to myself as I look out the window and watch the Jamaica station fade away into the sunset. Sunset people. SUN-SET. I'm buzzed. On my way home, after partying it up in the city and it's not even nine o'clock yet. Could I be anymore pathetic? My grandparents are still up and I'm already throwing in the towel on a Friday night. I look back at my message, which we already decided should say, "You're pathetic" but instead, Liz simply wrote: How depressed are you right now?
I want to be depressed. I really do. But I just don't have the energy for that kind of behavior. Though Liz makes a very valid point. I have no business being happy in a time like this. This is a time for depression. No job. No car. No apartment. No boyfriend. Not even a FAKE boyfriend. But I sit here in my big ridiculously clean room and type this, and laugh at how pathetic I am. And I know, 10 miles away, sits another young lady, also in a large room but only ridiculously clean on one side, typing away on her laptop...only she's on Facebook. I don't know who wins this "Who's more pathetic" battle. Facebook? Or online BLOG? Excuse me while I shove this Krispy Kreme in my mouth...
I find this out through a text message from one of my friends. I am on the train, half in the bag, on my way home from the city, when the text comes through. It doesn't exactly say, "You're pathetic", though it really should have. I read the text and laugh to myself as I look out the window and watch the Jamaica station fade away into the sunset. Sunset people. SUN-SET. I'm buzzed. On my way home, after partying it up in the city and it's not even nine o'clock yet. Could I be anymore pathetic? My grandparents are still up and I'm already throwing in the towel on a Friday night. I look back at my message, which we already decided should say, "You're pathetic" but instead, Liz simply wrote: How depressed are you right now?
I want to be depressed. I really do. But I just don't have the energy for that kind of behavior. Though Liz makes a very valid point. I have no business being happy in a time like this. This is a time for depression. No job. No car. No apartment. No boyfriend. Not even a FAKE boyfriend. But I sit here in my big ridiculously clean room and type this, and laugh at how pathetic I am. And I know, 10 miles away, sits another young lady, also in a large room but only ridiculously clean on one side, typing away on her laptop...only she's on Facebook. I don't know who wins this "Who's more pathetic" battle. Facebook? Or online BLOG? Excuse me while I shove this Krispy Kreme in my mouth...