Potato chips
Today was a down day. Rob gave me hell about the job and internship (that I still haven’t got) again and I found myself not caring all that much anymore. Rob left for work shortly afterwards, at 1 pm, and I felt horrible. The one thing that I had to look forward to today, was playing darts with M. Just for distraction. And then he cancelled on me.
I felt so entirely miserable that I sent Rob a text message saying something like “My life is shit, everything sucks, closer to the edge every day, can’t do this anymore, blah blah.” Nothing out of the ordinary on a day like this, and the one thing that can drive me out of the house when I don’t really have to. Just to escape the silence and the walls closing in.
I hopped in my car, drove for a while, northbound, because that’s the way I know best. I found myself going to the graveyard where my grandmother is buried, but there was no parking space so I just kept on driving and ended up at my parents’ house.
It’s funny how just sitting in the same room with my parents, eating dinner, watching TV, not saying much at all, can actually make me feel better. Like I’m six years old again. Except this time I got to eat potato chips before dinner.