Tonight I spent two hours folding shirts, slowly dying a little more inside with each shirt. Much to my dismay (though it happens every time) there is always one person who insists on unfolding two hours worth of work in about 30 seconds. With all the time that I have to think about everything (and I do mean everything) I had concocted a plan. If chubby blonde girl unfolded one more shirt, I would bludgeon her to death with a hanger. With all my spare time I’m sure I could sharpen one to a very nice little boomerang of death or something…
Driving home from work was not eventful (now that my car is back in the shop and not dying in the middle of traffic). At a stop light, however, I happened to glance through a living room window where I saw a young woman stand up, walk across her living room, and give her man a hug. I realized that for one second I had witnessed a perfect moment. Yes, I’m a little bit creepy, but it almost gives you some hope for the world. It also gives me the drive to close my curtains the moment the sun goes down!
I had previously decided that this summer I would be outgoing and make a few new friends. All of my friends disappear for the summer, and when they go, so does my social life. Due to circumstances where I have new-found freedom, not having any friends to share it with kind of depletes the whole, “I am a young adult in the big wide world alone, let’s go do fun stuff” thing. As I attempt to get to know people I get a whole slew of reactions, ranging from crazy looks, to pitiful smiles; to “I know how you feels.” The fact that I am also socially retarded when put into a big group circumstance also doesn’t help my social outlook. With a few people I know, I’m great! Outgoing and fun. But stick me at a table with a pile of people I don’t know, and Houston, we’ve got a problem. Breaking into a herd of young adults is especially difficult. It’s not unlike being the stupid gazelle who wanders into a pack of lions. You get the stare down, the glare down, the “mmm fresh meat,” and finally they either rip you apart or look upon you disdainfully.
I suppose in this life so far I am lacking nothing. I have amazing friends (however far away they may be) a car (that spends more time in the shop than on the road), and an awesome home (which I haven’t managed to burn down by experimenting with my cooking…yet…). There are many things a lone person can do by his/herself. Like, flying a kite! (Tried that on a very windy day, and when the kite is as big as you are, you can be dragged pretty far… try several feet through a field on your face… yes. It did happen.) or knitting! (ha!). Or a lone person can start writing down the strange random things going through their mind at the moment (sound familiar?). I could also use this time to perfect my boomerang hanger of death. 
Or I could use it to sleep peacefully and bask in the peacefulness until fall when school, work, and finally, a social life, all begin again!
Goodnight world!
