Thoughts from a Saturday Afternoon

'Here we stand again
Another day has passed us
With its lack of change
And all we have is what we share
And all we want is someone else to be there'

For some odd reason, of all the songs I have listened to so far today those lines stuck out the most to me. Aren't they ever so true? Day after day passes us by and for the most nothing exceptional happens in between those daily passings. Think of it that way my life is usually truly boring.

Nothing worth of a memior; or at leat that is what I have decided after reading my 'homework' for one of my creative writing classes. Which seems to be the one class I truly get up and head off to college for.

While reading today something caught my attention that I thought I would share for no reason apparent to me at the moment. It is a poem by Anne Sexton:

Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind...

Take from that what you wish, I found it dreadfully fascinating. Last night there was a party in my apartment building. A house party if you wish to call it. I had an enjoyable sober time. No alcohol here, surprising for a college party? Very, but we pulled it off. In between the hours of getting ready, listening to the guys above me blare their music in semi-cheap speakers, and the party itself - which was mostly a group of people attempting to gyrate as one on a make-shift dance floor called hallways and stairwells - I debated what from that I could share or write about.

What does one say when nothing truly particular sticks out? What about watching my roommate and her boyfriend quarrel above the music while I, a not-so-recent single gal, craves to have someone of my own to dance along with looks on wondering why when one is in a relationship it is almost always taken for granted. It happens much too often as I see. My last relationship didn't end in such a pretty fashion, I could go on about my point of view of this mishap but I shall not. But I know that I am glad that is one part of my past I am finished with. I long for a relationship again but I do despise the thought of love, relationships and the like at the moment; which you wouldn't believe for how much I write and talk about it. Funny that thing called love which is also so cliche as I have realized in my writing class.

So as I sit here doing nothing too exciting I ponder why my everyday can't be one worthy of a memior or a piece of someone else's memory that would be interesting when brought up. Possibly I need to try harder or maybe I just need to think of new things to do with my time. Playing chicken in the busy streets of this large city I live in is an option... Oh the stories that could be had! I need to stop saying 'one of these days' and make it today or even soon. But like most, what you want to do and what you actually do can be scarily more opposed subjects then we would like.