These are pathetic moanings
On all the online quizzes there's a question about your greatest fear, and mine has always been dying alone. Turns out my fears kicked in long before AARP and osteoporosis. Being alone in this apartment with no human contact besides a few hours of sitting next to some girl I vaguely know from previous French classes has, after two days, reduced me to an unmotivated angry mess. I have turned my attentions to Facebook and the odd telephone call to keep from going insane.
I feel like this isn't normal. To justify my actions, of course, I remind myself that I just spent 10 days with my favorite person by my side for nearly every hour of the day, and that to go from having constant companionship to solitude can cause a shock to my system. This, however, has provided little relief to my overwhelming disappointment in making a meal for myself, or my lack of desire to clean anything, because what's the point?
There's something sad about having a phone call be the only good part of your day. I don't like relying on other people for my happiness, and the fact that I hate being alone with myself is worrisome. Luckily I'm going home this weekend to go out of town with my family, and that will provide some much needed company.
Still, I'm worried about July, and what Vermont will mean, and what on earth I will spend my days doing. Summer school is over this week, and after that, I have no refuge from this apartment and the countless hours of mindless television I've been subjecting myself to for two weeks.
Now I've got to have kids, so at least someone will feel guilted into visiting me. Right?
I feel like this isn't normal. To justify my actions, of course, I remind myself that I just spent 10 days with my favorite person by my side for nearly every hour of the day, and that to go from having constant companionship to solitude can cause a shock to my system. This, however, has provided little relief to my overwhelming disappointment in making a meal for myself, or my lack of desire to clean anything, because what's the point?
There's something sad about having a phone call be the only good part of your day. I don't like relying on other people for my happiness, and the fact that I hate being alone with myself is worrisome. Luckily I'm going home this weekend to go out of town with my family, and that will provide some much needed company.
Still, I'm worried about July, and what Vermont will mean, and what on earth I will spend my days doing. Summer school is over this week, and after that, I have no refuge from this apartment and the countless hours of mindless television I've been subjecting myself to for two weeks.
Now I've got to have kids, so at least someone will feel guilted into visiting me. Right?