Here we go again . . .
And so it begins once more.
I have officially moved back to college. I must wonder at its strange ability to immediately make me vaguely uneasy and faintly unhappy. I don't know. I think I'm innately uncomfortable around attractive, fashionable girls. Which is what much of this university is. I have this illogical feeling that they're judging me, and finding me lacking, that results in me being on edge a bit more than I should here. I am also slowly coming to the conclusion that I'm mildly agoraphobic; for the last year or so, I've noticed that I get uncomfortable, tense, and mildly panicky whenever I'm surrounded by large groups of people, especially in closed spaces (but it's the people, not the space, that wigs me out). Notsomuch when they're all moving in the same direction, but when they're all moving about indepenently. Now that I'm alone with my roommate (more on that later), I've calmed down considerably.
The room is quite small (not as small as Mollie and Alex's, though), and we're taking up about every inch of wallspace. We do have air conditioning and a futon, which is nice. I have top bunk this time.
My roomie seems nice enough, if not very personable. She doesn't say much or smile a lot, but she's not unpleasant. Of course, I have very little to go off, as apparently she's in hibernation. I arrived at noon, and she was still in bed. Apparently when my former roomies and current neighbors got woke up this morning, she was also asleep; when they asked her to breakfast, she just groaned and covered her head. I had to turn on the lights to unpack, and she got up then. After leaving and coming back later (2:45 PM), however, she was once more asleep. In the 20 minutes since, she woke up when her phone rang, answered it, and has now gone back to sleep. I am unsure if this behavior is exclusive to today, Sundays in general, or the entire weekend, but it's . . . curious.
Okay, more later. I have to finish unpacking.
I have officially moved back to college. I must wonder at its strange ability to immediately make me vaguely uneasy and faintly unhappy. I don't know. I think I'm innately uncomfortable around attractive, fashionable girls. Which is what much of this university is. I have this illogical feeling that they're judging me, and finding me lacking, that results in me being on edge a bit more than I should here. I am also slowly coming to the conclusion that I'm mildly agoraphobic; for the last year or so, I've noticed that I get uncomfortable, tense, and mildly panicky whenever I'm surrounded by large groups of people, especially in closed spaces (but it's the people, not the space, that wigs me out). Notsomuch when they're all moving in the same direction, but when they're all moving about indepenently. Now that I'm alone with my roommate (more on that later), I've calmed down considerably.
The room is quite small (not as small as Mollie and Alex's, though), and we're taking up about every inch of wallspace. We do have air conditioning and a futon, which is nice. I have top bunk this time.
My roomie seems nice enough, if not very personable. She doesn't say much or smile a lot, but she's not unpleasant. Of course, I have very little to go off, as apparently she's in hibernation. I arrived at noon, and she was still in bed. Apparently when my former roomies and current neighbors got woke up this morning, she was also asleep; when they asked her to breakfast, she just groaned and covered her head. I had to turn on the lights to unpack, and she got up then. After leaving and coming back later (2:45 PM), however, she was once more asleep. In the 20 minutes since, she woke up when her phone rang, answered it, and has now gone back to sleep. I am unsure if this behavior is exclusive to today, Sundays in general, or the entire weekend, but it's . . . curious.
Okay, more later. I have to finish unpacking.