Silence is Golden (85 of 90)

Happy Mother's Day y'all. Hope you appreciated the women in your life. The ones who raised you, even if they're not your mom.

Once again, I don't know what words will follow:

It's mother's day. I feel I should be compelled to write about my mom and all the whatever's we've gone through, and all the awesomeness she is. But I just don't feel that compulsion. She's just not the (writing) topic of the day. Even if this is a day we as a society have set aside for her.

Instead I'd rather concentrate on me. Again. Tomorrow marks the day I'll officially begin changing my summers at home. I'll run a mile or two. Probably. Hopefully. I'm determined to finish setting up my room. And I'll hopefully manage to feed myself. There's not much food around here... at least not food I want. If all else fails, I'll go up to subway and have them make me food.

But tomorrow is the first day I'll be alone again. Alone in my house. Hell, the first time I've been alone in a while, just in general. I haven't really been alone for longer than sleeping in an extended period of time. I honestly can't remember the last time I was by myself. It'll be interesting. I've got a month of weekdays spent alone. I'll have to adjust again. It's strange. I normally have to adjust to being around people so much, but over the past few months, I've been continuously surrounded.

I'll probably play music. And clean more. And fill the silence with something. It's so strange going from one mode to another. I'll have to switch gears from this "social" mode I managed to pick up, and go back to normal mode. Or it's going to be very hard to not hate this summer. Very very hard. The more I think about the people here, the less I want to be here. It's a feeling I'd rather have forgotten, but it comes back every summer. Every summer I'd rather be somewhere else and here all at once. I want to be with my family. But I'd rather be with them somewhere else. Anywhere else. Because here, they have lives, and I have a vat full of memories. Ew. Who wants those creeping around.

Quote of the Day:

"You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than a year of conversation."
- Plato