Pages

Sunday, May 12, 2024

On Our First Show

"No more screamo bands, please!" Joey joked as he was setting up the equipment for the show. "The first three were fine, but now there's like ten on the bill!"

I need to get an eyebrow piercing before I leave, I think to myself. This was my bands first show, possibly our last. Angelina is off to France and then Cape Cod for the summer, then on to London for school. I'm off to New Paltz in August, and Talia, the very first person I've ever felt was a real best friend, was staying behind in the city.

"One rule you guys," Joey started to speak again. "Never let this microphone point at this speaker."

At the very final point in the night I would accidentally break that one rule. 

I wasn't nervous, not yet anyway. Recently my life has been burning so quick out of me it's hard for the nerves to catch up. I was mostly worried that no one would like us, not that we made bad music or anything, just that I wasn't sure if it would be their type of music. Our friends seemed excited, which i guess was the only thing that really mattered.

Saturday, May 4, 2024

The Second Seat

I still haven't figured out how to keep people from sitting at my table in the library. The nonessential Second Seat. I've tried everything to keep people away. I've tried sitting in different parts of the library, maybe some areas are more targeted than others. I've tried having my headphones on, blasting music to appear deep in thought and therefore unavailable and unapproachable. I've tried spreading all my stuff out over the table, making it clear I was busy, and I needed the space I'd come early into the library to claim. Despite all this, it seems like every other time I come to the library my efforts are useless. I don't understand what makes me the target. Nobody else in the library ever has a stranger sitting across from them. Could it be my brightly colored hair? Maybe it's human nature to be attracted to bright colors. But in nature the brightest colors usually mean danger, so that can't be it. 

Today's incident was my fault. I didn't use any of my tactics so it was easy for this guy to come up and ask me if anyone was sitting in the second seat; that's another thing, they trick you with the wording of their questions. No, nobody's sitting there, but that doesn't mean you can. Even if they did ask me for permission, who am I to deny them? It's a very uncomfortable situation they've put me in, I don't have any defense mechanisms. Venus fly traps would just eat any pest that approached them, but if I did that I think it could easily be twisted and called "cannibalism." Anyways, it's my first day back from spring break and already the library shenanigans are happening. It's like the gods of this college are telling me nothing's going to change. I think next time I'll have to try to create the illusion of an already occupied second seat. Instead of setting my stuff off to the side I could place it on the seat so nobody even bothers to ask. Maybe I could even remove the second seat entirely.

The first guy to sit at my table leaves early. Usually I end up being the first one to leave and they get the table all to themselves. I thought, finally, I'd have a moment of peace so I can finish my work and readjust myself to sit comfortably. Only 15 minutes later does another person come up and ask to sit with me. Am I going crazy? Two times in one day. Maybe I manifested it by accident, by thinking about it too much. The other day I thought about what I would do if I ran into a mutual friend, and about three and a half hours later I did. But if I do have manifestation powers, how come I can never bring about things I actually want to happen?

It's not like anyone's trying to make friends either. IF they came up with me in the hopes of making a new friend and IF they struck up a conversation, even just a nice comment or compliment, I wouldn't really be complaining. But they come up and they sit in silence as they keep to themselves. One girl didn't even use the table when she asked. She just curled up in her seat and had a book in her lap. I mean, what's even the point? The library has sofas for that. The thing that gets me the most is the fact that nobody else ever has a stranger sitting with them. It's like, every day there's one single person who has the need to sit with a stranger at a table, and every single time that stranger is me. It's always me.