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A lot has been said about people who run away from their own emotional experiences and take refuge in the emotional experiences of art or music. I think that I am one of those people. Today, instead of trying to communicate to Vanessa how I feel about her decisions, I walked around the National Gallery silently and by myself. I read Virginia Woolf while listening to Stars. I talked too loudly when my flatmates asked me questions to prove that I am okay.
I think, also, that I am an idealist. I hope every person I meet is good and usually I refuse to see any bad until they end up hurting me. Even then, I am unerringly loyal. I don't keep secrets from friends, even if I've only known them a short time. I call people when I've promised to hang out with them. I consider all the possible repercussions of my actions (that I can think of). I don't forget my friends, even though we live an ocean plus some apart.
I want to live in London forever. I want to forget almost everything I've ever known in the United States. I want to make new friends, a brand new set. I want to know people who are actually like me, not people who I project my personality traits on. But mostly all I want right now is to sit in Room 20 of the National Gallery and let the soft colors of Claude's landscapes sooth me.
I think, also, that I am an idealist. I hope every person I meet is good and usually I refuse to see any bad until they end up hurting me. Even then, I am unerringly loyal. I don't keep secrets from friends, even if I've only known them a short time. I call people when I've promised to hang out with them. I consider all the possible repercussions of my actions (that I can think of). I don't forget my friends, even though we live an ocean plus some apart.
I want to live in London forever. I want to forget almost everything I've ever known in the United States. I want to make new friends, a brand new set. I want to know people who are actually like me, not people who I project my personality traits on. But mostly all I want right now is to sit in Room 20 of the National Gallery and let the soft colors of Claude's landscapes sooth me.