I wasn't feeling anything at all for awhile there. I kind of shut all of that off so I could focus on school, but now I've got some free time. Letting myself feel again has been up and down. It has to be better than nothing, though. Numbness seems unhealthy--maybe even a little cowardly.
My friend and I decided to head back early because we didn't want to get caught up in traffic. Neither of us were particularly keen on seeing fireworks anyway. You see colors in the sky once, you've seen it a million times. So I was walking back to my apartment at 8:45 PM alone when I started thinking about someone I know. I thought about how I hadn't seen her in a week. About how ever since the last time I saw her I've been thinking about her nonstop. And as I navigated the dark neighborhood, I let myself contrive a fictional version of my life where she rushes to my front door the minute she gets back into town. Where I see her waiting for me and her face lights up when I finally arrive. Where she runs up to me, grabs my hand, and says "Come on!" as she starts running down the street. Where she and I dash across campus and up four flights of stairs until we're on the roof of the engineering building, looking over Los Angeles. Where we stand shoulder to shoulder as we watch ten simultaneous fireworks shows. Where she turns to me and pulls my face closer to hers until our noses touch. That would be worth experiencing a million times, I think.
Doesn't matter, though, because when I got to my front door no one was there. It feels like I'm always setting myself up for disappointment.
There has to be some sort of balance in the universe, so for every heart-racing high, there's a bone-crushing low. And I used to think that linear was more practical than sinusoidal. It probably is. But linear's kind of boring. Peaks come with troughs, but at least you get a peak. Who would voluntarily flatline?
Me, apparently. I'm kind of thinking that I want that to change, though. I don't know.