Somebody once told me, "The world and everything in it, is not worth claiming for yourself. That everything you see right now, will be changed by tomorrow." I'm remembering this now as I'm sitting by myself in a diner sipping non-decaf at midnight. The snow outside is coming down like it's trying out the situation before it makes its final decision. I had left my hotel room due to the neighbors who had felt the Friday night love bug. I was trying to simply get away from any form of communication, even if only for a short while. So here I am sitting in a diner on a Friday night by myself, thinking about how everything I've been doing so far with my life feels pointless. I don't even know why I rented out the hotel room in the first place. I should have stayed home. I guess I'm searching for something. Like the meaning of life or whatever. I don't even know anymore.
What am I here for? It's not like I'm getting anything to eat. But I don't feel like going back yet. At least not for another hour to be safe on the leaky noise. Part of me hopes I get snowed in, And I can't leave the diner for some ridiculous amount of time. I guess I better get going or something like that. I don't even know why. I guess it's for the same reason I'm still in this booth. God! Sometimes I wish people would just learn the value of silence. Of course the host had to seat the loud group of teenagers right behind me. Whatever, I'm leaving.
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