Doubt The Rabbit
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October 20th, 2010
Well, mobile throughout the thread, anyway. This is coming live to you from my Wii! Laptop's at the hospital so I got my old rubber keyboard out, hooked up the ol' console, and decided to take the opera browser for a spin. Let me tell you, typing with a rubber keyboard is no fun at all. I don't care how cool it looks in the box.
Anyway, I decided to post this one in the loneliness section because this post is largely about just that. I was kind of coaxed into joining a literary group that is stationed downtown. Initially, it was pretty fun. We just goofed off the entire time. But at some point, my insecurities kicked in and let's just say that the night ended with a heavy, hurting heart and a package of oreos, single-handedly emptied by yours truly. No, I'm not proud of that. Here's the entry in my Group Journal that pretty much sums it all up.
"Lounge Night
October 20th, 2010
Being out and about in the city can be a wonderful experience. You can meet with friends. Catch a movie. Converse over coffee. Check out a concert.
However, when you're a person like me...
Shy...awkward...disconnected...alone....
You may as well be a tabby walking into a lion's den. Of course, amidst a pride of beautiful, strong, majestic lions, you look at your puny, unimpressive self and within seconds you've already drawn up a categorized list of everything that is wrong with you. You project it on a screen before your eyes throughout your walk of shame on the streets of downtown. Even if you manage to get out with a group, it always seems as if they are a hundred times more stylish, confident, and experiencned than you are. They assure you that you have your merits, but let's face it--who do they think they're fooling?
You walk with a sorry acceptance for the fact that you just aren't cut out for being in public. Secretly, though, you wish someone would just suddenly appear to show you that you are a special person. You just wish for some predestined person to sweep you off your feet and tell you everything is okay, as if he knew everything that you were going through. As if he knew for a fact that you would turn out just fine.
But there is no such person like that. You sit quietly on the bus along with the other worthless rejects of the world and make your retreat back to your cold, empty home, leaving the special people to live amongst themselves in their own beautiful world. You stare into the bleak, starless sky and wonder to yourself why you were chosen to be the outcast.
I have had more than my fair share of nights like this. Tonight is no different. I should have stayed in bed."
Well, mobile throughout the thread, anyway. This is coming live to you from my Wii! Laptop's at the hospital so I got my old rubber keyboard out, hooked up the ol' console, and decided to take the opera browser for a spin. Let me tell you, typing with a rubber keyboard is no fun at all. I don't care how cool it looks in the box.
Anyway, I decided to post this one in the loneliness section because this post is largely about just that. I was kind of coaxed into joining a literary group that is stationed downtown. Initially, it was pretty fun. We just goofed off the entire time. But at some point, my insecurities kicked in and let's just say that the night ended with a heavy, hurting heart and a package of oreos, single-handedly emptied by yours truly. No, I'm not proud of that. Here's the entry in my Group Journal that pretty much sums it all up.
"Lounge Night
October 20th, 2010
Being out and about in the city can be a wonderful experience. You can meet with friends. Catch a movie. Converse over coffee. Check out a concert.
However, when you're a person like me...
Shy...awkward...disconnected...alone....
You may as well be a tabby walking into a lion's den. Of course, amidst a pride of beautiful, strong, majestic lions, you look at your puny, unimpressive self and within seconds you've already drawn up a categorized list of everything that is wrong with you. You project it on a screen before your eyes throughout your walk of shame on the streets of downtown. Even if you manage to get out with a group, it always seems as if they are a hundred times more stylish, confident, and experiencned than you are. They assure you that you have your merits, but let's face it--who do they think they're fooling?
You walk with a sorry acceptance for the fact that you just aren't cut out for being in public. Secretly, though, you wish someone would just suddenly appear to show you that you are a special person. You just wish for some predestined person to sweep you off your feet and tell you everything is okay, as if he knew everything that you were going through. As if he knew for a fact that you would turn out just fine.
But there is no such person like that. You sit quietly on the bus along with the other worthless rejects of the world and make your retreat back to your cold, empty home, leaving the special people to live amongst themselves in their own beautiful world. You stare into the bleak, starless sky and wonder to yourself why you were chosen to be the outcast.
I have had more than my fair share of nights like this. Tonight is no different. I should have stayed in bed."