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On another note, this is ridiculous.
So, the other day, Jim and I got drunk and talked a lot about some things. It was interesting. I won't go into it, but the next day, I felt rather awkward. The night after we'd been drunk, we were sitting at the kitchen table chilling and sort of making small talk, but we ended up both being in foul moods, and the evening ended on a sour note.
Today has been alright I guess.
When I got back from school, his door was closed, and he's been in his room at least since I got back, taking minor bathroom breaks or whatever. Finally, I took a bathroom break and he was in the kitchen area, so I caught him on his way back to his room.
He got some chicken for dinner I guess. Um, and I asked him what he's up to, and he said he's reading a fantasy novel (he told me what novel and who it's by) and I said that was cool though I'd never heard of the title/author before. I told him I was reading, too, and he asked what I was reading, and I told him, erotic poetry. Oh awkwardness.
I don't know why but I was just lying on my bed thinking about this, and it struck me as so ridiculous. We are in our separate rooms, reading our separate books, or whatever we're doing... Worlds apart, but in the rooms right next to one another. So strange, so interesting, so ridiculous. I don't know what else I was thinking... But I will say, I did laugh out loud (a bit of a guffaw I think) when I thought about this, but I don't feel lighthearded joy - it's kind of a pained laugh... Like the kind of laugh that could easily have been crying, if it were a few notes in a different direction, somehow.
It still hurts. I don't feel any better.
Whatever.
So, the other day, Jim and I got drunk and talked a lot about some things. It was interesting. I won't go into it, but the next day, I felt rather awkward. The night after we'd been drunk, we were sitting at the kitchen table chilling and sort of making small talk, but we ended up both being in foul moods, and the evening ended on a sour note.
Today has been alright I guess.
When I got back from school, his door was closed, and he's been in his room at least since I got back, taking minor bathroom breaks or whatever. Finally, I took a bathroom break and he was in the kitchen area, so I caught him on his way back to his room.
He got some chicken for dinner I guess. Um, and I asked him what he's up to, and he said he's reading a fantasy novel (he told me what novel and who it's by) and I said that was cool though I'd never heard of the title/author before. I told him I was reading, too, and he asked what I was reading, and I told him, erotic poetry. Oh awkwardness.
I don't know why but I was just lying on my bed thinking about this, and it struck me as so ridiculous. We are in our separate rooms, reading our separate books, or whatever we're doing... Worlds apart, but in the rooms right next to one another. So strange, so interesting, so ridiculous. I don't know what else I was thinking... But I will say, I did laugh out loud (a bit of a guffaw I think) when I thought about this, but I don't feel lighthearded joy - it's kind of a pained laugh... Like the kind of laugh that could easily have been crying, if it were a few notes in a different direction, somehow.
It still hurts. I don't feel any better.
Whatever.