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"I want to change the world...instead I sleep."
- Ingrid Michaelson
So life after college is a lot like that line from "Keep Breathing," - except a lot more resumes are involved.
Transitions were never my forte though, and with the move out of cozy institutions that shield the big bad world I am finding out quickly that real life is tough (an understatement, of course) and kind of lonely.
Everyone has their own schedules now, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to find time for best friends and things that I love. In a look back on the last few weeks, a casual observer would report that I've given up on socializing and have turned into somewhat of a severe homebody. Chalk it up to my friends being two-hours away, or lack of funds to support my Landmark tab, I just don't do much anymore. I dont see anyone anymore.
This is quite pathetic of me to say, and I have had a beer already --- so dont judge me just yet. BUT - Today was the lonliest I've felt in a long time.
A few months ago, I decided to sever workplace friendships with my CVS colleagues due to some upset in the workplace, and as I said before, my usual RU crew either graduated or is home for the break. My parents left this morning for Key West for the week, and for the next few days I have an empty house to come home to. Andrea and Eric are going to TX in a few days, so I cant waste my empty hours there, shooting the breeze and playing with the boys. Tonight I asked my brother to hang out, and he said he was busy --- busy playing videgames with a friend in the next room, to which I was not invited. Brianne is busy working and spending time with her new beau, to which I am thankfully not invited.
In considering that laundry list, I am hoping my funk will break around Saturday. I can deal with unintentional exile for a week, but if this goes on any longer, I am going to need Prozac, Zoloft and Paxil to compensate.
I know I am probably going to reread this again in a few days and say, "Jesus, what was I thinking?" But right now it feels really nice to get it all out.
Anyway, I am putting an end to this gripe-fest right now before I really regret anything else more complicated that I might jot down.
"I never thought I'd be the type to fall, to fall, to fall ,to fall ... overboard ... just so you can catch me."
-Ingrid Michaelson, Overboard
PS: I had a really nice day yesterday, which is worth mentioning. Which puts the above cackling into perspective --- I am a hypocrite.
- Ingrid Michaelson
So life after college is a lot like that line from "Keep Breathing," - except a lot more resumes are involved.
Transitions were never my forte though, and with the move out of cozy institutions that shield the big bad world I am finding out quickly that real life is tough (an understatement, of course) and kind of lonely.
Everyone has their own schedules now, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to find time for best friends and things that I love. In a look back on the last few weeks, a casual observer would report that I've given up on socializing and have turned into somewhat of a severe homebody. Chalk it up to my friends being two-hours away, or lack of funds to support my Landmark tab, I just don't do much anymore. I dont see anyone anymore.
This is quite pathetic of me to say, and I have had a beer already --- so dont judge me just yet. BUT - Today was the lonliest I've felt in a long time.
A few months ago, I decided to sever workplace friendships with my CVS colleagues due to some upset in the workplace, and as I said before, my usual RU crew either graduated or is home for the break. My parents left this morning for Key West for the week, and for the next few days I have an empty house to come home to. Andrea and Eric are going to TX in a few days, so I cant waste my empty hours there, shooting the breeze and playing with the boys. Tonight I asked my brother to hang out, and he said he was busy --- busy playing videgames with a friend in the next room, to which I was not invited. Brianne is busy working and spending time with her new beau, to which I am thankfully not invited.
In considering that laundry list, I am hoping my funk will break around Saturday. I can deal with unintentional exile for a week, but if this goes on any longer, I am going to need Prozac, Zoloft and Paxil to compensate.
I know I am probably going to reread this again in a few days and say, "Jesus, what was I thinking?" But right now it feels really nice to get it all out.
Anyway, I am putting an end to this gripe-fest right now before I really regret anything else more complicated that I might jot down.
"I never thought I'd be the type to fall, to fall, to fall ,to fall ... overboard ... just so you can catch me."
-Ingrid Michaelson, Overboard
PS: I had a really nice day yesterday, which is worth mentioning. Which puts the above cackling into perspective --- I am a hypocrite.