A Lonesome Night of Writing

My parents are away in India. My dad left at the end of January and my mom left about two weeks ago. I’m home alone with my cousin and my dog, and it’s quite nice. But right now, I feel a bit lonely. That sinking feeling of loneliness is gently nagging at me from inside my chest. Part of me wants to talk to someone, but another part of me also wants to be alone. My cousin went to go sleep half an hour ago and my dog accompanied her shortly after. I’m sitting on the couch and, man, I wish I could hug someone right now. It is almost that time of the month for me though, and I tend to get period blues so I’m not entirely surprised at this feeling. But it still sucks. I suppose for now, I will do a little writing tidbit because why not? This is from earlier in the day when I was over at Gamer’s place.

 

“Am I fun to hang out with?” Without realizing, I had blurted out the question that was on my mind while looking up at him mindlessly from his lap.

“Yes,” he responded without looking down at me.

“Really?”

“No, I hang out with you three times a week just to make you feel better,” he said jokingly as he glanced down at me with a smile. I let out a small laugh.

“Okay, good, that’s how it should be,” I replied also jokingly before we both looked back at his monitor. He was sitting cross legged on the bed while I had my head resting on the pillow in his lap. With his laptop out in front of him, he was trying to program but we both were a little too mildly interested in the 90’s gameplay that was playing on YouTube in front of us on his monitor. It was warm in his room and my legs were tangled in his blanket, my arms holding onto his arm loosely. Nearby, my laptop was off in the corner with my phone and a raspberry flavored Airheads wrapper gently fluttering back and forth from the fan in the room. A 4pm Sunday afternoon – it doesn’t get more lazy than this.

“Do you think you’re not fun to hang out with?” I turned my head back up at him when he asked that after a few seconds of silence. His eyes were still glued to the monitor as I repeated that question to myself silently.

“Well, no. It’s just I don’t do much when I’m here so I was wondering what it could be about me that’s fun.”

“I have fun hanging out with you, but if you’re bored here you should let me know.” He looked down at me and I shook my head. That’s not what I meant.

My mind flashed back to the first night we met. After a round of hot chocolate, I met up with him again after his work was over and we went to his place. It was an awkward, incredibly polite meet up now that I compare our current hangouts to that November night in 2015. Upon leaving his place, I recall that moment where I walked away from his apartment down the sidewalk at 10pm. The brisk chill in the wind washing over my cheeks as I looked down at the pavement with my hands digging deep into my pockets to keep warm. Well, that’s that. I had thought to myself, trudging toward the train station. I was so sure that I was never going to see him again. So sure that it was like the other guys I met before him – a hit and run type of meet up with those empty words of “we should hang out some time again” and “I’ll text you.” I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever tell him about how I think about that night periodically from awe and pleasant surprise.

“I do have fun with you. I was just wondering,” I smiled genuinely. As repetitive as it may seem, I did enjoy doing the same things over and over with him. Though, sometimes I do wonder what it is about our hangouts that seem fun to him. It’s normally him doing his own thing while I look on from the sidelines. What do I do that’s fun for him?

“Well, you stop thinking that, you fluff nugget,” he smiled jokingly again and squeezed my cheeks with his one hand, making me pout.

“Okay,” I said in a very nasally voice, causing some chuckles to spurt out of both of us. “So, when are you free next?”

“Whenever. You pick the day.”

Friends’ Thoughtfulness and Tragic Event

Hello hello everyone,

How are you all doing? I’m just lounging around in the living room, watching CNN news, waiting for some specific story, which I’ll explain a little later. Firstly:

Yesterday, I went to the beach with a few friends. It wasn’t exactly a planned thing, we were on the road and suddenly said “let’s go to the beach.” So we went and waded into the water, discovering oysters and ogling over a few of them haha.

Afterward, we washed our feet off and sat on a bench in the shade (damn hot out). We were chit chatting, and then remembered I left my bracelets with my friend when we went into the water because I didn’t want them to get wet. When I asked for them, she said “sure” and gave them to me. But then she questioned me why I wear so many bracelets, which lead to my other friends asking as well. I never really told anyone the reason so I was a bit shy/embarrassed to do so. I told them anyway. The reason why I wore so many bracelets was so that it would cover up how thin my wrists were. Because I’m so skinny, I don’t have a lot of fat on my arms and my wrist bone kind of sticks out and everything. I really hate it.

When I told them, they went all “aww.” It was in a “aww, that’s cute” in an odd way. If you get what I mean. They were telling me that I wasn’t that skinny and it’s not that bad, but I hate when people tell me that so I just brushed it aside and my friends just started to compare how tan/dark they were.

Later, we went to the mall and just shopped around (and I got an amaaazing back pack which I love). Every store that I went to, one of my friends would call me over to the accessories area and point out cool bracelets. I felt really touched and warm. It was just really nice of them and made me thank Buddha that I had friends like them.

On another sad note… my classmate passed away. I used to be friends with her my freshman year, but then kind of stopped talking to each other. It’s not like something happened and we hated each other, we just naturally, gradually lost touch with her. We were from different social groups anyway.

She was with a group of friends riding a bike, and she got hit by a car (the email from the head master said vehicle but I’m assuming a car). She was taken to the hospital, and then passed away a few hours later. I was shocked. Just, totally shocked. It was like… You were alive a few hours ago, and now…? What? Like I couldn’t fathom it at all.

And surprisingly I started to cry. Even though I didn’t know her, I felt incredibly sad and cried a bit. And I thought, if I cried, just imagine how her close friends are like.

There’s a guy that I didn’t know was close with her, but apparently he was. On twitter the other day, he tweeted that he woke up today just hoping yesterday was simply a bad dream, but guess not. Yesterday, he said something like “I don’t know what’s great about freedom now. I just want my friend back.” I felt really bad for him.

Anyway, it’s a horrible thing that happened and I’m still kind of shaken by it… Whatever it is, I know heaven welcomed another angel with open arms, right? :)

Have a nice day, everyone.