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Life of the No-Life
My phone hasn't spoken in a while.
Surprisingly there have been no alerts of inefficient messages, no mindless phone calls, not even an alarm to remind me that
hey, I should be out living.
No, it just sits there, the screen a black hole giving off no light, no company.
I decide maybe I could at least try to communicate with my best friend, she's always around...
but then I remember
she has recently become
one of the most bothersome people I know.
I decide not to go there.
I think of my other much loved friends,
maybe I can try speaking with them.
Then I realize that they're most likely out
having a life.
It is Friday, after all.
I would never want to interrupt their
oh so exciting
Friday night events.
Nope, not at all.
Grab another pizza and turn on some music.
Embrace my pure loneliness
with an attempt at optimism.
I start to catch up with myself,
see how I've been.
A shy slender female tells me I've taken a greater interest in piano.
This is nice to hear.
I'm also informed of my latest goals and I'm shocked at myself;
I didn't know I was so outgoing!
I start to forget the handheld sliver of depression sitting right next to me.
I am told I love to read.
This fascinates me, maybe I should start up again.
I come to the conclusion
that I have enjoyed the life of the no-life.
I toss the unfamiliar black object on the couch,
and I eagerly begin to learn more about myself.
Did you know my favorite band is the Ramones?
I've also recently discovered that I really do ditest most of the people I am forced to see everyday.
Huh, who would've thought.
I relax in my own company
until I hear this familiar buzzing noise coming from a device lying on the couch.
My instincts are telling me this is something I find exciting.
And I immediatly rush to see what it could possibly be.
A new text message.
I think I should reply, solely for my own entertainment purposes.
But somehow, this doesn't seem as pleasing to me
as it did an hour ago.
So maybe not.