sunday’s solitude
There’s something about Sunday that is always kind of blah. I think it’s because I have to go back to work tomorrow and do the same thing that I have been doing for the past year and some change. There’s something very lonely about that, somehow, even though I will be back in a room full of 50 people. But in some ways it doesn’t have to do with work…there’s just a lonely feeling about Sunday. I always feel that most especially when I have to do laundry. I really hate doing laundry and somehow the thought and the act of folding clothes and setting them aside is a bumming experience.
So, I think it’s safe to say that I am feeling a little subdued for some reason. Maybe I’m coming off some sort of high or maybe slightly depressed about how much time I was bien solita. It wasn’t totally overwhelming; I did talk to Jamil for a little bit yesterday and did go out for Thanksgiving dinner with Ricardo. I guess it’s just part of the holiday thing. I have no idea what I’m going to do on Christmas. I’ve never spent a Christmas alone and I don’t think I’m about to shell out the money for a plane ticket, unless I get really desperate. Afterall, going home may not totally suck. I did talk to my mom for the first time in six months on T-day. My dad totally put her up to it; they were visiting some relatives and they knew she wouldn’t refuse to talk to me in front of a bunch of people. That was probably a blessing because I surely wasn’t in the mood for any drama. She was very civil and sounded almost jovial (though I knew it was a total act. I know she felt awkward given that it has been six damn months since we did speak). The whole thing was very brief and it felt kind of phony but at least it wasn’t confrontational. I’m sure the next time I talk to her will be on me, and that won’t be until Christmas. I was planning on calling her anyway. That should be interesting, too. Or maybe not.
I heard from that dude I met at the U of M party again. Some random email that he sent from his Blackberry about nothing really. I was surprised that he wrote back again and was figuring that I’d hear from him later on in the week. I didn’t respond immediately and just waited a while before I wrote back. Like I said before, nice guy but no chemistry. I get the vibe that he’s kind of eager and a little on the hyperactive side. I’m trying to ignore the feeling of just wanting to be left alone.
So, it’s back to work for me. Gotta crank through this to-do list so things don’t rush past me in a blur.
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