Oprah once said that the saddest people in the world are those who are completely alone. I like Oprah and Dr. Phil because what they say make sense, and I don't really care if they're just TV mascots because in end anything that helps me sort things out on my own is cool with me.
This morning I woke up and put my best makeup on; I pulled on my black sweater and and my long coat (which is elegant in fashion but restricting and uncomfortable); and I wore my black slip-on shoes which have no back, so if I step in the puddle my socks are soaked. I think the reason why I did this was because I was happy, and I wanted it to show. The last few days have been pretty good for me (more so than usual, I don't ever tell people I have a bad day except for John, and the last time I told him that it was the first in a while), I was in good spirits for Brian's birthday because I didn't want to give him grief. I seem to get angry at him everyday for the most trivial things, but their underlying meanings are exaggerated in my mind and I blame him for that. But not today, I was happy.
While locking my door to leave for school this morning my neighbour (not sure which one) was walking down the hall with a camera tripod in one hand and what looked like a padded laptop bag in his other hand. He said, "Hi." Caught out of no where, but remembering that I wanted everyone to know how I felt, I belted out a "Hi!" and quickly skipped down the hall. This evening, while arriving home after a rainy walk from home, I was so upset I forgot to take the my keys out of the lock when I came into the apartment. I threw off my coat and my bag, slammed my keys onto the desk and ran into the bathroom to clean up. A loud rapping sounded from my door and I was shocked with dismay; I ran to the door and whisked it open with an unimpressed scowl, but it was the man with the camera tripod from this morning. He was now holding a bundle of rounded wooden legs, as if he had just sawed off the legs from several people's dining room tables, and he pointed to my lock and said, "You forgot your keys." I laughed and said "Oops, thanks," I jerked them out of the lock and ran inside, closing the door behind me. Inside my apartment I collapsed down onto the computer chair, relieved but disappointed at the same time: it wasn't who I thought it would be.
Thinking about my neighbour, however, I found it comical that he had seen me at my very best, in my most stylish and most uncomfortable outdoor wear, with my brightest smile and happiest tone of voice. And at the end of the day he saw me with that evil scowl, drenched in rain, standing in my unflattering Dominos uniform ready to give someone all heck. What did he think? That hot girl from 203, she was so pleasant, and here's my chance! Her keys are in her door and I have something to offer her... GUESS AGAIN BUDDY!
Very little did he know that earlier tonight, before I left work, one of the most important people to me in my life, someone who I believed I could depend on to always be there, left me hanging without even a second glance. Oprah's right, the saddest people in the world are the loneliest. Right now I could use a friend, and for 200EU I cashed in all the friends I had.