Royal Oaks Lane
When I began walking it seemed to be an ordinary day, I sauntered past dilapidated houses and dingy apartment units on my way to the bus stop. The littered parking lots, disheveled strays, and odd assemblage of interesting characters would make the perfect back drop for a scary movie, especially at night. A few nearby neighbors greeted me tentatively with a smile and I greeted them in kind. I was new to the neighborhood and felt ill at ease in this foreign environment. It seemed that for the most part people were afraid to attempt to build any real friendships here. I was one of those people. I attempted to be expressionless and to appear disinterested and unafraid, just another nameless person among a community of nameless people. It’s an idiosyncrasy of my own making to long for community, yet isolate myself. I suppose, for me, it’s fear of being called upon by others.
