giving away the favorites
Wind gusts of 80 mph today! haha see if i go outside! i have everything I need right here... except company.
I have been exceedingly lonly as of late. A huge part of that has been my inability, due to anxiety, to go to all my classes. I have friends in my classes, but we rarely hang out off campus. In writing workshops, at least at Naropa, you're stripped bare by the second week of class, and so is everyone else. I know who's been raped, and who's struggling to be in class as her mom slowly dies of cancer. I know that he wrote country songs for a living in Nashville before coming to Boulder, but listens to punk, and dresses his dog in little outfits, which annoys his wife. I know she hacks into her ex's computer accounts to read their e-mails. I know his grandmother has an amazing garden, and that he landscaped one summer in Alabama to be closer to her, and that he sometimes drinks beer for breakfast. It's crazy. People make comments like, "Really? You're more depressed this semester? Cuz your writing seems clearer than it has in the past." then someone else will say, "Well, I thought you were more depressed, because your prose gets more poetic when you're depressed."
I think that, thus, we don't hang out off campus because we're too intimate without being friendly, too. It's like having a sexual fling, then being forced to actually make small talk with the person. But, classes are always a kick; a good, strong, cathartic laughfest! and I miss them.
Also, my two non-Naropa friends in Boulder are both crazy busy, so I never get to see them when i'm in town, and Val's car died and her phone died, so she hasn't been coming to Golden to ride lately, and I miss talking with her.
anyhow... eventually I will have my lunch date w/ my Naropa buddies, and we'll learn more mundane things about each other. And eventually I will see Stephen, because this happens every semester with him. And I will see Kaitlyn, as soon as the Rockies end their season because she works for them and hence is insane with work!
I have been exceedingly lonly as of late. A huge part of that has been my inability, due to anxiety, to go to all my classes. I have friends in my classes, but we rarely hang out off campus. In writing workshops, at least at Naropa, you're stripped bare by the second week of class, and so is everyone else. I know who's been raped, and who's struggling to be in class as her mom slowly dies of cancer. I know that he wrote country songs for a living in Nashville before coming to Boulder, but listens to punk, and dresses his dog in little outfits, which annoys his wife. I know she hacks into her ex's computer accounts to read their e-mails. I know his grandmother has an amazing garden, and that he landscaped one summer in Alabama to be closer to her, and that he sometimes drinks beer for breakfast. It's crazy. People make comments like, "Really? You're more depressed this semester? Cuz your writing seems clearer than it has in the past." then someone else will say, "Well, I thought you were more depressed, because your prose gets more poetic when you're depressed."
I think that, thus, we don't hang out off campus because we're too intimate without being friendly, too. It's like having a sexual fling, then being forced to actually make small talk with the person. But, classes are always a kick; a good, strong, cathartic laughfest! and I miss them.
Also, my two non-Naropa friends in Boulder are both crazy busy, so I never get to see them when i'm in town, and Val's car died and her phone died, so she hasn't been coming to Golden to ride lately, and I miss talking with her.
anyhow... eventually I will have my lunch date w/ my Naropa buddies, and we'll learn more mundane things about each other. And eventually I will see Stephen, because this happens every semester with him. And I will see Kaitlyn, as soon as the Rockies end their season because she works for them and hence is insane with work!