I've come to talk to you again.
I am not.at.all excited about everyone coming back to the dorms this upcoming weekend. Really. I'm not. Sure, I have nine or ten friends who live in the dorms and left me all break, but it would be a lie to say I've missed them.
Let's be honest. They have no reason to like me. Or hate me. I'm just never around. I've missed all the breakfasts, lunches, and dinner dates. I've missed movies, dances, and parties. I've missed all the drama, all the inside jokes, and all the other reasons how friends become actual... friends.
So they have no reason to miss me either. I'm just someone they can wave at and say, 'hey naomi!', even though recently, before they left, they haven't even been doing that.
My dorm friends are a group I don't even like to hang around any more. When two or more of them are together, it's just a big inside joke session that I don't feel a part of. When it's just me and one dorm friend, its just one big session of them complaining about a fight with another dorm friend, or some other family drama I could care LESS about. None of them are interested in me and my problems. I'm tired of being a therapist.
So, along with the fact that the bathrooms will be crowded again, and I will have to worry about who will be walking down the hall the same time as me in just my towel, my dorm friends I also have to worry about now that second semester is starting.
They are like a delicious sandwich rotting away. At first it was wonderful, and looked wonderful. It was important to me. But then it just sat there and rotted. It continues to rot. And it's starting to smell bad. When do I throw it away? Or is there something to salvage?
...and now time for work!
hello walmart my old friend.
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