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Mornings are better than nights. I usually feel pretty good in the morning. Night time, not always. I should think about why that is some other time. Now I want to write about my weekend.
Alpha Beta Volleyball. Probably the biggest ICR event of the spring. At least a couple hundred brothers, mostly female. Still an awfully lonely place. In fact it seemed even more lonely, because I had a sense that it didn't have to be.
If you were at the party on Saturday, you probably saw that couple making out in the corner. Not that they were making a huge "scene" that you couldn't miss, but they were there for at least two hours. Anne has pictures. Anyway, I saw them when they were on the dance floor earlier doing pretty much the same thing. Or maybe it was another couple. It's not like it's that uncommon. It struck a chord with me, and I stopped dancing (if that's what you call what I was doing). I stood there for a minute, then I walked off and sat at an empty table. When I feel lonely I get depressed, and when I'm depressed I want to be alone. Ironic, isn't it?
I was depressed and angry, whether at myself or the rest of the world I'm not sure. I was playing with an empty water glass and wondering if anyone would notice if I smashed it on the table, when I saw a girl sitting across the room. I recognized her costume from earlier. The party's theme was old-school Nintendo games, and she was dressed up as the star from Mario Bros.* (It took me a minute or two to figure out that's what she was.) She was alone. I thought of going over to her. "Hey, Star-Girl," I would have said. "I like your costume." She would have said thanks. And then I'd have walked away, to avoid the inevitable awkward silence. But she got up and walked away, and I went back to my friends on the dance floor. A few minutes later I noticed a member of the wait staff cleaning up the broken glass at my table.
That night, as I lay in bed, I wondered "Why do I keep coming to these things?", and then "Why do I keep getting out of bed in the morning?" I came up with a few answers. "Maybe it'll be better next time," and "Sometimes it is good."
And there's always tomorrow morning.
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Alpha Beta Volleyball. Probably the biggest ICR event of the spring. At least a couple hundred brothers, mostly female. Still an awfully lonely place. In fact it seemed even more lonely, because I had a sense that it didn't have to be.
If you were at the party on Saturday, you probably saw that couple making out in the corner. Not that they were making a huge "scene" that you couldn't miss, but they were there for at least two hours. Anne has pictures. Anyway, I saw them when they were on the dance floor earlier doing pretty much the same thing. Or maybe it was another couple. It's not like it's that uncommon. It struck a chord with me, and I stopped dancing (if that's what you call what I was doing). I stood there for a minute, then I walked off and sat at an empty table. When I feel lonely I get depressed, and when I'm depressed I want to be alone. Ironic, isn't it?
I was depressed and angry, whether at myself or the rest of the world I'm not sure. I was playing with an empty water glass and wondering if anyone would notice if I smashed it on the table, when I saw a girl sitting across the room. I recognized her costume from earlier. The party's theme was old-school Nintendo games, and she was dressed up as the star from Mario Bros.* (It took me a minute or two to figure out that's what she was.) She was alone. I thought of going over to her. "Hey, Star-Girl," I would have said. "I like your costume." She would have said thanks. And then I'd have walked away, to avoid the inevitable awkward silence. But she got up and walked away, and I went back to my friends on the dance floor. A few minutes later I noticed a member of the wait staff cleaning up the broken glass at my table.
That night, as I lay in bed, I wondered "Why do I keep coming to these things?", and then "Why do I keep getting out of bed in the morning?" I came up with a few answers. "Maybe it'll be better next time," and "Sometimes it is good."
And there's always tomorrow morning.
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