Social interactions:

Social interactions:

I am a loner of sorts. I hug the wall when the silent buzz of alcohol flushes out of me and I come to the realization that I am nothing. My epiphany is sudden; I collapse as if my strings were snipped and I sit down, deflated as I watch the parody play out in front of me. She pretends to laugh, he pretends to listen, her eyes run up his arms, his eyes follow the twist of her hips, I observe the play before me, I am scientist of sorts, I swear it. The experiments run smoother when I am less involved. I am unneeded, which is a pure shame. If I were to die today, wither from disease, expire like milk, disappear in the air like a fading mist, would anyone truly care? You care, you claim to. It is clear through the frustration tinting your eyes. You ask me questions like why? and how? but I smile and watch in pity because you failed, just like they all do. A social butterfly, I am not. I can be when the timing is right, the alcohol hits my system and the lights are dimmed just right, but when the environment is hostile to a mercurial being like me, I become lost in myself. I become the purest form of myself when no one is looking. Answers are given before questions occur. I bite my lip, not in tease or jest but genuine curiosity. You may ask me question on one of these forsaken nights and receive a rare answer devoid of false cheer and precarious enthusiasm. I despise social interactions that are not true. It’s a game we millennials play: let’s pretend we are not freaking about the war in ourselves and smile and bullshit until the last round is called out. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Do you ever get the urge to scream, “STOP THE BULLSHIT?” I do. That is why you can catch me, a pretty little thing, silent at a bar, lights dimmed and eyes brimmed with disappointment.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Past Reminisce

⅓ of a Songwriter, ⅓ of a Writer & ⅓ of a Photographer

Sunshine Bliss

Giving words to dreams!

A Writer's Soul

"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."

tonysbologna : Honest. Satirical. Observations.

Honest. Satirical. Observations.


thoughts on thoughts.

Fun Freedom Fables

Stay happy, think positive & live life to the fullest

Best Cordless Drills

Product reviews of the best cordless drills

Duplicate My Success

How to be successful in internet marketing.

The Youthful Traveller

Young, Independent and ready to collect moments

Health Breakthroughs

High Lumen

lighting design blog

The Working Writer

Pro Advice For Freelance Writers

Enduring pain through writing; instead of complaining.


Learning how to live well with chronic illnesses by self healing.

The Flowers of Art

In the kingdom of life, with the strokes of the brush, the bow and the pen, artists have sowed their hearts to contrive, fields rivalling in beauty the Garden of Eden.


by Christine Murray

%d bloggers like this: