2007-04-04
And when I close my eyes at night, please help me see thy guiding light
Life in school has been rather quiet lately, it's becoming an effort to make noise. It's made me realize though, that I've been going to school for social excitement. And now that I've either grown bored or out of what 'dynamic circumstances' I had, everything seems to have plummeted into a sleepy, but not unpleasant stupor.
The faces that build up the campus haven't changed, but the ones that tease themselves into smiles in greeting are of a whole new set. I thought that I would suffer a tiny nostalgia-induced pang of sadness for the faces that are now unseeing, but when I do notice them, the only thing triggered is a speck of guilt when I remember that I haven't thought of So-and-so at all.
No longer the importuning entrepreneur of relationships, I think I shall now retire and leave everything to opportune events. There is a certain slothful seduction in having an interested eye try to catch my own as I busy myself with my own world at the class benches - so much easier than fighting hard to keep your balance in the crowded aisle, and even harder not to lose the company you boarded for.
I like this.nothing ever happens at 11:20 p.m.