I really want to escape to someplace far away from here. I want to construct a life for myself that does not require constant interaction with a society that just wants to being me down. To be able to self-sustain somewhere near the beach, where I can buy my food locally from kind-hearted people with genuine smiles. Perhaps I can use my smarts to be a teacher or something. But a life dull of recreation, deep conversations with other enlightened souls, warm breezes during the days and thunderstorms in the middle of the night. Somewhere full of love, compassion and acceptance, somewhere free of judgement, shame and greed. If I have to build it from the ground myself, I will. Is it really too far-fetched to ask for a little corner of solace, sheltered away from the evils of the world?
Some days I feel that it is an attainable goal, other days I tell myself to end the fantasy that won't ever happen. It's a pretty hopeless feeling trying to talk yourself out of a dream. But it is almost as painful watching your life fly by with the fantasy just sitting there in your head.
Credit-card debt, student loans, fines and fees, background checks, warrants, attorneys, unemployment, collections agencies, rent, utilities, late fees, 4-6 week delays, traffic, HR departments, probation, medical bills, missing papers, apply online, dress clothes, fake smiles, overdraft fees, loans, mandatory minimums.
And then Lady H. She creates the problems, yet on the dark days she seems like the only one willing to help you escape.
I was walking home tonight and it was really cold outside. Watching all of the families drive through rush hour on their ways to ice cream shops or dance practice or to their comfortable suburban homes. People always look happy when you are miserable, and appear miserable when you are trying to have a good day. I tell myself that I do hope that they are happy, and for a moment I feel a wave of jealousy. But then I think back to when I had that life and how I still had a need to invite Lady H over for brunch. I wonder if I would still think of her in my remote corner of a new life? I dunno, but standing there in the cold, over-analyzing my predicament, I had that hollow, empty look of hopelessness on my face that Lady H taught me how to make. I didn't get high today, but I felt her there next to me in a way. And it SUCKED.
Today was just a really gloomy day. I expect more of the same tomorrow. I hope not, but I feel like each passing day eats away a bit at the small amount of hope I have left.