Boundaries..... It's not just a word

Chapter - 8

Misty has always been a very pleasant, agreeable person and she found that it easy for her to get along with almost everyone that she ran into. Misty's smile, when she allowed it to, would actually show through her eyes, it was so bright and it could warm the iciest of hearts. People felt comfortable with talking to her and would ask her if they could have a conversation with her about their problems and she would give the best advise that she could and that was; communication is the key, the ultimate secret weapon. Lynda was really having fun, she was going to games, parties and was hanging out with all kinds of people around campus. Lynda was loving the "college" experience and wanted to have Misty join her more, so much more than she was. Misty would sometimes go with Lynda but mostly she would stay in the room and study for all the insane class load she had put herself into because of the "call". Lynda would tell Misty over and over again that she was rushing through collage too fast and missing out on all the fun, the parties, the games, meeting people and the boys. Misty had never been in an actual relationship, this was entirely by choice. She was in college, she knew that she just needed to be focused on finishing the classes she had, passing them and graduating so that she can begin a life, hopefully one similar to what she envisioned for herself. She wanted to have a career, she wanted to have a family, a dog and not have to worry about anything other than what she was going to wear to work the next day at work and what to dress her kids in.

She was scared to be completely truthful, she didn't want to allow someone else to have access or control over her emotions and have the possibility of hurting her. She had seen a lot of her friends in functional and dysfunctional relationships. She thought that her view of the situation was objective as an outsider. That could help with an issue, if it were to ever come up and she was asked for her opinion. But there were many countless times when she was jealous, she would see how much fun that her friends were having and she really did want that for herself. Why should all of her friends have all of that and not her? Why could they go out and have all this fun and she couldn't or wouldn't go and put herself out there? She could see the closeness that was involved in a relationship and the prospect of having that herself made her excited and petrified at the same time, it terrified the ever-loving shit out of her. She was always studying in her room or the common area in her dorm building, or at the library. Why did she do this to herself? Why make it so that she made it so that she was stuck studying all of the time for her ridiculously atrocious class load? Why had she signed up for that many classes? She would often think about what it would mean to have someone that close to her, close enough to hurt her? She shook her head and was resolute in here stance, "nope I'm not taking that fucking chance any time soon, if ever." Misty jokingly said to her friends, "if you all keep coming to me for help, I'm going to have to start charging you per hour and have to change my major." All Misty's really good close friends, which were about five in total, Lynda, of course, Rachel, Nicole, Diana and Marsha laughed as they all sat in the tiny dorm room watching a movie on the 50-inch curved screen in 4K ultra HD tv that Misty bought for the common area in the girl's dorm room when she and Lynda both moved into the dorm room. They were eating the biggest cheese pizza that any of them had ever seen. Lynda said "OMG, this is the best pizza I have ever had, I may have to steal the receipt or the pizza maker, if he's cute enough, that is." The girls all laughed and Lynda gave Misty a side glance and started them on a giggle fest that none of them could see any end in sight for them. The girls' stomach's hurt so much from laughing, that they started to tear up and most of them were on the floor rolling around holding their stomachs. That is when the girls usually wanted to talk about boys they were interested or ones that they were dating. They talked about things that the guys did and wondered if it was just the girls that thought that there was something wrong with either the boys or do I even dare say it themselves. Misty's friends asked her what they should do about the boy they were seeing or wanted to see, she felt it was ok about giving some input because her insight was asked for, had they not asked, she would not have said anything. She knew better than to meddle in other people's lives. Misty had seen that there were some methods that worked for some couples and others that had flat out destroyed the relationship far beyond any possibility of repairing it. She said that this was one of the reasons she said she didn't want to have a relationship with anyone. She didn't need more drama added to her already overwhelmed schedule. Also, if she was going to be completely honest with herself, she didn't know who she was. What she really wanted from someone or who she wanted to be in her life, she struggled with this daily. Scared of trying to make a stand in the real word and eventually the workplace and her life while she worked, would she be able to cope like a normal person? Would there be a relationship in her future? She didn't think that she needed any further drama added to her already crazy ass life. And as always present in the back of her mind, Charlie, he was always there.