Mall bench

Sitting alone in a mall is not nearly as lonely as it once was for me. I found myself in a small corner on a bench. The constant buzz of people filling my ears as I awaited patiently for friends. Old me would have started crying. Yet now I’m an old broke college student.

I guess I have gotten used to it. In college you were around people all the time but didn’t necessarily talk to you. Not to mention in college your mere existence can be an annoyance. Granted I too get annoyed if the cafeteria is a little too crowded. Or if there isn’t any space at the table for you to sit anywhere you normally do.

It’s a fear of being judged. But one can be only judged if someone was bored enough to care. That’s what college is like. Full of people bored out of their minds. Coping with the fact that their lives were ending. That soon they would wake up and go to work and then go home. A cycle doomed to repeat until retirement.

But that wasn’t the point. The point is this was peace. This is what it felt like to be comfortable with your own existence. A world where no one cares that you are sitting alone on a bench in a mall and neither do you.