Gova
I'm goin' for it!
I scanned the lecture hall again, to update myself of my current surroundings. The professor had just came in and was walking down the aisle. Everything about him was delightfully dull: his looks, his clothes, and especially his class. I often found myself daydreaming about pointless things that would never happen instead of taking notes. To my right, there were a bunch of girls standing around and talking to another girl that was already sitting. It sounded like they were getting advice on something but I didn't eavesdrop long enough to discover the topic. They were so close to me though that it was almost unavoidable. I tried tuning them out but the giddiness of their conversation was getting on my nerves. She seemed to have solved all their problems as they collectively thanked her and sat down elsewhere.
How nice, I thought, as I turned my head towards the podium where the professor was. I rested my chin on my palm as I waited for the lecture to start.
“Maybe you could help me solve my problems?” I muttered under my breath, not that I had any.
“Sure, what's your deal?” she responded.
I was caught off guard by her response as I was sure that I was quiet enough that she wouldn't hear me, to the point that I could convince myself that I hadn't said anything out loud. She was looking directly at me but I avoided making eye contact while inspecting her person since I wasn't able to see her clearly earlier. She had bleach blonde hair done back in a ponytail and had brown eyes. Her skin was very white and her clothes were very dark which was odd. It was as if she purposely dressed that way; it was like trying to cover a light but that only made it shine brighter because it was in a dark room. She was essentially the opposite of who I am as a person. I wish I could be more like her. She must have all the fun.
“Uh, I don't actually have a problem."
“Oh, well I'm sure there something that's troubling you?”
“Not that I know of. I can't say I have any worries; no conflicts that I can think of. Nothing interesting goes on in my life."
“That sounds like a problem to me” she argued.
“I'm not so sure.”
The smile she was wearing faded.
“Well,” she said. “If you think nothing is interesting, maybe your problem is that you don't enjoy life.”
I was dumbstruck, again. I don't enjoy life? Is that different than not enjoying living? I definitely want to be alive so it must be different. But what does enjoying life even mean? I was becoming restless as I tried to come up with an answer, but to no avail. I glanced over at her while I came to impasse in my thoughts. She was snickering; at me probably. I must have had a dumb look on my face while I was contemplating what I was even doing with my life. The more I thought about what she said, the more I felt it was true.
Why did I find everything so boring anyways? It must be because I never experience anything life has to offer. I'm just content to spend countless hours just making jokes with friends about everything; “wouldn't it be cool if it was like this... or what if it was this way...” even though I shouldn't be. My own imagination just gets in the way of just appreciating anything I could experience just because I can think of a way to make it cooler to me, even though I know I could never make it that way.
I would have to change or limit my perspective to some degree just so I could enjoy something as it is. I've been so set in my ways though that I wouldn't even know how to begin to do that. How do I change myself? feel trapped in my own skin. If I could just break off a piece of myself to see what would happen I might understand better. How would I keep that change from regressing though? Is it similar to how pretending to have confidence is the same as actually having it? Do I just pretend to have changed until I'm molded the way I want to be? I can feel myself beginning to crumble, I just need a way to break through myself before I lose this motivation or this inspiration or whatever it is I'm feeling, something I've never done, before I become set in stone again, but what is there to do at exactly this moment? I could only think of one thing.
“Hey” I said to her.
“What?”
“Can I have your number?”
“Why?” she asked puzzlingly.
“To enjoy life.”
How nice, I thought, as I turned my head towards the podium where the professor was. I rested my chin on my palm as I waited for the lecture to start.
“Maybe you could help me solve my problems?” I muttered under my breath, not that I had any.
“Sure, what's your deal?” she responded.
I was caught off guard by her response as I was sure that I was quiet enough that she wouldn't hear me, to the point that I could convince myself that I hadn't said anything out loud. She was looking directly at me but I avoided making eye contact while inspecting her person since I wasn't able to see her clearly earlier. She had bleach blonde hair done back in a ponytail and had brown eyes. Her skin was very white and her clothes were very dark which was odd. It was as if she purposely dressed that way; it was like trying to cover a light but that only made it shine brighter because it was in a dark room. She was essentially the opposite of who I am as a person. I wish I could be more like her. She must have all the fun.
“Uh, I don't actually have a problem."
“Oh, well I'm sure there something that's troubling you?”
“Not that I know of. I can't say I have any worries; no conflicts that I can think of. Nothing interesting goes on in my life."
“That sounds like a problem to me” she argued.
“I'm not so sure.”
The smile she was wearing faded.
“Well,” she said. “If you think nothing is interesting, maybe your problem is that you don't enjoy life.”
I was dumbstruck, again. I don't enjoy life? Is that different than not enjoying living? I definitely want to be alive so it must be different. But what does enjoying life even mean? I was becoming restless as I tried to come up with an answer, but to no avail. I glanced over at her while I came to impasse in my thoughts. She was snickering; at me probably. I must have had a dumb look on my face while I was contemplating what I was even doing with my life. The more I thought about what she said, the more I felt it was true.
Why did I find everything so boring anyways? It must be because I never experience anything life has to offer. I'm just content to spend countless hours just making jokes with friends about everything; “wouldn't it be cool if it was like this... or what if it was this way...” even though I shouldn't be. My own imagination just gets in the way of just appreciating anything I could experience just because I can think of a way to make it cooler to me, even though I know I could never make it that way.
I would have to change or limit my perspective to some degree just so I could enjoy something as it is. I've been so set in my ways though that I wouldn't even know how to begin to do that. How do I change myself? feel trapped in my own skin. If I could just break off a piece of myself to see what would happen I might understand better. How would I keep that change from regressing though? Is it similar to how pretending to have confidence is the same as actually having it? Do I just pretend to have changed until I'm molded the way I want to be? I can feel myself beginning to crumble, I just need a way to break through myself before I lose this motivation or this inspiration or whatever it is I'm feeling, something I've never done, before I become set in stone again, but what is there to do at exactly this moment? I could only think of one thing.
“Hey” I said to her.
“What?”
“Can I have your number?”
“Why?” she asked puzzlingly.
“To enjoy life.”