Return to the College Life

I have been back at the dorms since Friday evening. It's been nice to be surrounded by my friends again, but I'm surprised at how used to solitude I became during break. The thing I often take for granted about dorm living is how very few and far between any hours of solitude happen to be. There have been days when I haven't even been lucky enough to get a shower without a knock on the door, a call, a text message, or various other interruptions.

I guess I'm just having issues adjusting to the lack of personal space. Being away from the constant barrage of people and things to do and opinions to share and stories to tell sort of got me used to being able to do my own thing again. I forgot what it's like to have people want to be around me, want to share things with me, want to tell me their stories. Being in a sour mood almost makes me feel a little big guilty because I know they mean well and they want to share their joys and sorrows with me. Of the same token, I don't really know how to explain to them that, sometimes, I just need time to myself. Hopefully, classes starting will give me a decent excuse to retreat back into myself.

For some reason, I found myself in an especially foul mood this evening. There wasn't any particular reason. I missed all my girls, and I have enjoyed spending time with the new people that we've added to our group. I just found myself in a terrible mood, and there wasn't really any end to it. Of course, my roommates were accommodating and allowed me to bitch my black little heart out about it. That was nice. It's nice to have people to whom you can say all the mean things you think of without them judging you. Not that I'm all that scathing or witty--frankly, I've been too tired to be all that witty lately--but it's nice to give vent to all the socially unacceptable things that pop into my brain.

Mostly, I'm just ready for an end to all this collegiate nonsense. It would be really wonderful if someone could bestow upon me a degree for being myself. I'd really love to have a career based completely on Internet musings, critiques of other people's hard work, and a night-time lounge singing act. That's my pipe dream. Silly, considering the fact that I don't really sing acceptably well.