Fleeting Moments

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So in about four weeks (well 3 and a half now) I'll be heading back out to Georgia. Whoopee.....not. Yeah, I'm excited to go back to school because I love learning and expanding my mind, but once again dealing with the social arena? no thanks. Or getting accustomed to a new roomate? Pass. Or asking a thousands times," what are you majoring in?" Skip that too.
I'm not a hermit, but I've just always had this weird thing with people. When I was younger I never had any super close friends...or wait, I had a couple, but most of our time was spent arguing over what doll somebody wanted to play with, or how unfair it was that Suzy got the last ice cream bar. Getting older sure didn't help. I transfered schools in fourth grade, and it didn't help that my closest friend was hated by all of the other girls. I don't remember what we fought about, but we usually made up on the way to the principal's office.
My current two closest friends aren't even that great. We've known each other since 7th grade, and don't get me wrong, I'm very gratefull for them, but...one of them has mood swings that side swipe you like a truck. One minute you'll be having the best time of your life, and the next you wish you never came. On top of that, I always get asked to pay them for gas...so really I have connections with a taxi service. The other friend is pretty normal, but kind of flakey. They just came back from Washington and I'm honestly not that excited to see them. I definitely am sick of dealing with the mood swings. Now, the rest of the summer they're going to beg me to sleep over at their house, which I of course don't want to do.
I hate sleepovers like no other. When I was little my mom didn't let me go on any because she had her rules. If she didn't know the parents, then I might as well not even ask. She also assumed that I would rather just be at home anyway, or that she could just come and pick me up at 1 am and that would solve the whole problem. Thereby defeating the whole purpose of a sleepover. Second, when I was about 7, there was a girl, Polly Class, who was kidnapped from her home on her birthday sleepover and her friends were all tied up. She lived in the neigboring town. I didn't know Polly, but after that, I was so paranoid, that I would shut all of my windows, put chairs in front of them, and try to sleep. That usually didn't work, so my parents would have to alternate sleeping with me until I fell asleep. It was probably really annoying for them,but it reinforced my mom's mantra in the pointlessness of sleepovers.
Needless to say, I'm not that into sleepovers.
So you would think since my friends in CA aren't that great, I would be excited to get back to college? Not so. I don't even know why. Well, first my roommate,who is also an almost best friend, is already relaying to me about how she is going to decorate her side of the room. That includes pictures of us together on her wall. She also suggested that I should buy a matching comforter set because "it was the most beautiful thing" she had ever seen. No thanks.
Another thing, she's extroverted- i'm introverted. Does that mean she's going to bring all of her social club friends into our room every night? God I hope not. Now, don't get me wrong, I have a VERY high tolerance level; some also might know it as non-confrontationalism. Most things don't bother me, and a lot of the time I don't really care about addressing certain issues because I don't think they are worth the time and energy. But sometimes, things can just get under my skin...oh, don't worry, you would never know it because of my 'high tolerance level', but I could be fuming inside. Slowly, I will become very quite, then it will escalate probably to the point where I will have to let off steam to a friend, and if it doesn't fizzle out by that time, then I will probably end up snapping at you for puting the toothpaste on the wrong side of the sink or something ridiculous like that. And you'll wonder who this insane person is that you live with. Well, actually, a ridiculous incident will just errupt the volcanoe.
I don't know, I guess I'm just not excited about dealing with the social aspect of college. Not just yet anyway. I'll probably do another post about this, since it's been kind of bothering me for a while... but this post has gone off on tangents of Polly Class, sleepovers, and volcanoes, so I will end the digression, and pick up the central topic at a later date.

11:22 PM

4 Falling Stars