I'm in one of those depressed "I don't have anyone" moods. This is, of course, most likely caused by the fact that I have a 10 page paper due on Monday and I'm on page five. As a sit here, trying to make myself care about the character development in Shakespeare's Macbeth (secretly hoping that the paper will actually end up being about the relationship between the writer and the reader), I think about all sorts of things. I think about last night and being with my dear friends who found love one year ago. It scares me how much they've learned because of their relationship. I feel so behind, like I got held back a grade or something. Me and her, we used to have the same unknowns, the same fears, the same wants. Now, I feel like I almost don't know them. I feel like they're my parents' friends that discuss what kind of refridgerator to buy and what time to go to church in the morning.
It is cold at my desk. The sun hasn't come out in days and I'm starting to believe in that weather disease where people actually get clinically depressed in the winter. Southern California is now worthless. Its hard to write about something you don't care about when your fingers are freezing off. Its hard to write about something you don't care about period.
Someone I know was recently employed by Starbucks Co. In training they teach new employees about the third place. The first place is home, the second place is work, and the third place is... Starbucks. Or at least thats their goal. The third place is your haven, your peaceful place. His first place is MolcaSalsa. I've been wondering what my third place is and I have discovered that I have two. The fitness center and the Chimes office. Yesterday, both of those places were infringed on. It made me more bitter than most things usually do. Third places are really important.