Listening to: Peter Gabriel - Red Rain
Feeling: amazed
I already feel like I'm in the place that I fit.
I had a homework assignment to grind through my first day back. I'm surrounded once again by the morons, geniuses, friends and strangers that I'm used to pitying, pondering, enjoying, observing. I feel like I'm home for once, in a long time.
Of course, the roommate that shares my room is depressed for a really bad reason: a girl who's probably as oblivious to any form of respect as he can be to feeling (or so he seems, sometimes). This really makes this year my biggest challenge; not the classes, not the work, not the monotony of now having three jobs. It's the thought that I have to listen to a he-said-she-said game between an emotional half-wit and a David made out to be a Goliath. It's the thought that the situation is completely out of my control, but somehow, it still affects me indefinitely.
And what's worse is that they both were once friends of mine. Now, one's still my friend, the other just refuses to talk to me for telling her the truth according to me.
One day, I wrote her yet another scathing email about how indeed weak she is, how shallow she is. You can't hurt a person with positive truth, but what can you tell them when there is none there? What do you do when the bad stuff HAS to be said? You say it, and are evil in their eyes for it.
What did she do that warranted my contempt?
She ran away, from all of it. Just ran. She's a cross country runner, another irony.
I HATE people who run away, but I can't hate her. I can only pity her.
Someday, she won't be able to run. Someone's going to take the fight to her, and she'll have no option but to stick it out, no matter what happens. And she's at school, where I am, where another irony has taken place: here, I've learned never to run from ANYONE. Ever.
I did apologize for my harshness, but I will never apologize for doing her the only service I know: telling the truth. I owed that to her, I suppose.
Truth seems to be more and more important to me as the true place that I belong keeps becoming more apparent. Somehow that makes me feel better.
Who does she think she is?