20 April 2010

Boredom: the sob story

Being single is about being bored.

At least it is so far.  I just broke up with my best friend.  Because th3 Goofball was always there, I didn't really feel the need to go out and make new friends.  Besides, with the time set aside for relationship maintenance, forensics, homework, home work, and actual school, I really didn't have time to go out and make new friends.  So I didn't.

And now I am really feeling the other end of that decision. I am really bored and moody, due to recent events - and I have few people to talk to.  It got so bad for a while that I tried to have an emotional talk with my grandma (Disclaimer: I genuinely enjoy my grandmother's company.  However, her advice and support are not really useful, as she is bound to make archaic and tactless judgments).  I am seriously lonely in my new, single state.  Because I am not feeling the love anymore.

6 comments:

K. said...

well you should come talk to me. and katharine, katharine is fretting about you.

*bullies*

K. said...

oh, whoops, that was Q. aaaa i have accidentally stolen HER identity now. um. hi.

thenerdqueen said...

Katharine? Really?

Q said...

if you want to learn the story of Katharine YOU WILL HAVE TO TALK TO US.

thenerdqueen said...

To which one? The girl visiting a foreign land who has her cell phone turned off? Or the girl who lives there - and doesn't have one to begin with?

And don't even talk about coordinating time zones.

Q said...

skype me! I am bumming around on the internet alternately avoiding homework and grumbling about inaccurate portrayals of the reconquista, which actually is pretty much my default state of existence, with breaks for sleep and class and food.

I'd call you but your bubble is grey and sad.

(I realise it is hypocritical of me to accuse people of not communicating enough. I have no defence for this, but, really. I miss talking to you.)