Charleston Blues
Last night Jeff and I went to Charleston. It was our once a week excursions into the Holy City. I've been doing them for the past couple months and can honestly say that Charleston in getting boring. I thought about how lonely I would be next year if I decide to transfer to CofC; I will walk those uneven streets alone. We didn't go to open mic night, but instead went to the "mini" beach and sat on top of a statue at Marion Square. Jeff is afraid of roaches, so we had to get off. I was explaining to him how strange it was to be alive. I felt like I was looking on the outside in. I was only this organic being trying to survive just like the roach that frightened him. Charleston will always have a place in my heart; I spent part of my childhood there, but sometimes it brings me down. All the hustle and bustle of the city drains me. I feel like everyone there is trying to be something rather than themselves. They're all trying to be artsy. I guess that is why I don't fit in, I don't try to be a part of anything.