Moments of Insignificance

This Spring Term has started out with a bang.  All the roommates moved out...and in moved ONE person.  That means there are only two of us living in our apartment.  My bedroom is bigger than our living room and I am the only person in it.  This would be fine, you know, if new roommate and I actually...I dunno...talked.  But alas, she loves her solitude.  And so my need for human interaction is still being denied.

I am realizing as this week is going on that I have reached the tipping point of insignificance.  I can literally come and go and no one will even care.  If I didn't show up at work, there is rarely a time that no one will notice my absence because we are so well staffed this summer.

I don't stand out in the looks department...#letsgetrealfolks.  If I did, I would probably, you know, date. But I don't.  And I try to pretend that it doesn't matter.  That it is okay that the nice boys I meet all want to date my friends instead of date me.  That it is fine to be the "best friend" all the time.

But I am really starting to hate these moments of insignificance.

I really didn't want my first post of the summer to be such a bummer post...I had high hopes for it.  But whatever, the anonymity of the internet suits me today.