Already huh? It’s like I can’t even get through a day, much less a week without falling for someone new. Someone who is constantly ignorant of the adoration I harbor for them. Then when all is said and done I’m left trying to validate my feelings in an attempt to portray them as sincere. By the end of it I’m spent. I have no more energy to proclaim my fascination towards someone else. I’m too upset and angry with myself with the way things are that I essentially lose sight of all the progress I’ve made thus far.
However I don’t think one can call it progress. It’s only the third day since I’ve been back on campus grounds and prior to that was winter vacation. So for a few weeks I had a break from the world. I had nothing tempting my attention other than TV or books. Now surrounded by these strangers I am reminded of how distant I’ve become, how sad and lonely all this must seem to the average person. Course there was a time when I believed that hey, this is just me. This is the way I am. I should just get used to it. For awhile it sat well with me. I didn’t feel the pangs of distress from not having a reason to come out from my room or not having someone decent to talk to. I even make a woeful lament about how I wish I could just stay in this room and read forever. But surrounded by the one thing you lack most in life on a day to day basis allows you some time to think, to reevaluate your position in life and your stance on the matter.
When I walked into Mitsuwa, there was this guy sitting at the barstool. From the window I kept a steady gaze on him as his attention was directed downward towards a book of some sort. After purchasing a magazine, I positioned myself behind him so I could take it all it. The sight of him excited me. There were so many possibilities to ponder. All of which contained in an imaginary world consisting of only him and I. How perfect would it be to say that I know someone like him? He wore some kind of synthetic purple jacket with a hood. Dark blue Levi pants and black converse shoes that hugged his feet so tight it was almost as if they were another pair of socks. Of course all of this took backseat to the defining factor that captivated me: His glasses. His shaggy hair was nicely trimmed yet still maintained that just-woke-up impression.
I sighed as I started snapping a few shots of his profile on my camera phone. Why didn’t I bring my good camera? But even if I did, who’s to say I would actually get the nerve to use it? My elation faded as I realized none of the fantasies I had in my head would come to pass. We would remain in our own individual worlds separated by my ineptitude. As I got up and threw away the remnants of my lunch, I walked slowly for a while. Maybe he had his eye on my back. Could he have been interested? And if he was, what would I do about it?
Absolutely nothing I reminded myself. So I picked up the pace, got in my car and left. What’s the use obsessing over these trite situations if they all have similar conclusions? Why bother getting myself into them anyway? Something has to kill this need for companionship. Something has to diminish this hope.