Apr 28, 2007 00:08
These last few weeks have been quite lonesome for me. I've been losing touch and distancing myself from everyone and as result, I've spent the last few weekends completely slienced and alone. Apparently no one goes to sit down restaurants alone anymore, because both time I did it, everyone was looking at me weird and the waiters were being extra nice as if I was a lonely pathetic soul about to commit suicide because I had no friends. Oh heck, just maybe they are right?
Nah, they are not right. Spending so much time with myself has helped me realize myself. It's made me realize and analyze my surroundings. It seems that the most simplistic people of my life; people that I know nothing about, have been making a enormous impact on me. I think of these people often. And I know they aren't thinking of me because I'm probably such a miniscule part of their lives. But I'm just content to be in their lives at all. It seems strange that strangers can linger on your mind for hours on end, yet from their perspective I'm just a distant face.
I've noticed that old flames burn out. They can rekindle, but only to a short extent. During my hiatus of interaction with society, I've learned to respect my mind and my body. I've been respecting the few that I've been in correspondence with. I'm not even trying to get anxious for college. For now, it's a day at a time. Those who want to join my company will make their own efforts. If not, I'll be alone. And you know what? That is just fine.