Been busy lately. Avoiding full sentences. Avoiding lots of stuff. But no longer.
I'm here. Present. Reporting for duty. Punching in. Whatever.
Every weekend has brought another party or three, which is loverly but sometimes one wants to curl up on the couch with a cup of tea, unpause the DVD player and continue watching a Judy Garland movie. Lame? Perhaps, but it's me, it's what I do, and I miss it. I haven't been reading much lately, either, which sucks because I had so many big plans. I still have an unopened copy of Sylvia Plath's journals sitting beside my bed (bigger than a bible and something I'm far more likely to worship). And I never write anymore. Not poems, not autobiographical snippets, not short stories, nothing. This isn't exactly a ginormous loss to the world, I know, but it did wonders for my sanity. Online visits are fewer and fewer for me. I miss anyone I don't have a tutorial with or sit with at lunchtimes. Cooking doesn't seem to be happening; I ate a meal out of a packet the other day (*shudder* ...although it was quite alright as far as Indian food goes).
I'm being more who people want me to be; my family are stunned but ecstatic when I come home from a night out partying and drinking, friends are amused and intrigued by my newfound social life, I have more in common with people I meet. And yet... I don't feel like me. And in weird ways it shows. I don't go out at night; I have nothing to wear to clubs and parties. I don't go out to eat; I sit and drink tea or water and then grab a burger on the way home. I start talking excitedly with people about University and TV shows when I should be ordering a drink.
And I miss my place on the couch, and my mug, and my movie. And yet I don't return to them. Someone once called me an enigma. I wonder, were Winston Churchill to observe me, what he would say.
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Don't give up who you are Hannah. You're pretty amazing the way you are. I know it's easier said than done, and holding to yourself is a lot like Peter Pan trying to catch (and sew back on) his shadow. But be comfortable?
ReplyDeleteTry to write again, I know sometimes, it just doesn't happen. But even diary rants and musings, just blogging, anything to get back to writing since as you said, it does wonders for one's sanity.
Much internet love. I'm the other side of an email or a tweet if you wanna talk. But for now, I'm getting back to homework.
Y'know what Hannah, I miss you writing, and I do think it's a loss to the world.
ReplyDeleteBut, more than I miss your writing? I miss you. Are you free at some point maybe Thursday afternoon to do coffee or something? I kinda miss you a lot.
Um, I really have nothing else productive to add to this comment. I'm glad you're enjoying life.
xxx