MELODRAMATIC RANTS | Of solitude and sofa monopoly
One relief of being distant from social trivialities is the outstanding fact that I can monopolize my school library's sofa section at five in the afternoon all the way to my class at seven o' clock. This seemingly fated privilege has dawned upon me a disturbing metaphor: I am alone but comfortable about it.
As I sit my ass comfy in this desolate convenience, a part of me tremors that I'm supposed to be sad. I am alone inside this vast space that smells of books and commercialized cooling system but I am not sad. As I've said, it is a disturbing metaphor. Solitude is a tricky companion. The more you dwell into him the more you are succumbed to the idea that you are better off alone.
I wonder what they're doing right now, my friends. I always imagine them at this hour cozy in their houses or at clubs with other friends, never alone even for a second. Maybe that's why they always look rejuvenated in the morning while I wear the same stoic appearance that solitude taught me. Their happy souls paint colors all over the place while I wash them away with gray miasma of a stagnant life. When you are drained of inspiration all you can do is stare at a boring wall and hope someone pops out to hug you and say everything is okay. But it's a boring wall and it's a stagnant life.
I am alone.
That fact is supposed to matter to me but here I am, feeling alright on how things are going. The day that I feared has finally come; the day when I won't need people to feel myself validated, the day when I am happy being by myself, the day that I cast myself away from all of them. It's not that I hate people, I just love it when they are not around.
Someone, someone out there, please save me.
BINABASA MO ANG
ISKRIBOL (Mga Suka ng Isang Bored na Otistik)
Acak[Written in Filipino and konting English] Kompilasyon ng mga mahahabang maiikling kwento, mga anik-anik, mga suka ng isa talagang bored na otistik, mga pighati habang naglalaslas, at iba pang mga walang kwentang kwento. Palakpakan!
