The Quiet

[ShelfLife]

Kind of along the lines of The Hate and The Love threads - for the things that fit in neither, but make you feel something regardless.


I'm spring-cleaning my room, and picked up a book where it had fallen from my wardrobe shelf. A few minutes later, I found a scrap of paper where the book had fallen. It was a message from my ex, saying "I remember you reading this book on the way to ice-skating <3".

This book has sat on my bookshelf for nearly 5 years, and I've never picked it up since. I actually moved it to my wardrobe so I remember to give it to charity sometime. To think, if it hadn't fallen off the shelf, I never would have found the note.

It doesn't make me sad, or even miss him. It just made me stand there for a long while, feeling nostalgic. Missing a boy I fell in love with whom I haven't seen in a least 5 years. Missing that feeling of new love, and missing someone being so attentive to me and the things I loved.


Then I flicked through a sketchbook to write a note, and found ANOTHER image of his. He liked to steal my sketchbooks and leave images halfway through where I'd eventually find them, and I thought I'd found them all. It was very strange to find two pieces of him, especially ones I had never seen before, almost within 10 minutes of each other.


As I said, this hasn't made me sad, and it doesn't feel appropriate for a Hate Anthem or a Love Anthem. But it has made me pause and stare out the window for a few minutes.

[delirium]

I went outside so that my Siberian Husky could do his business. The wind was whipping through my hair and loose fitting clothing, and it felt great. The air smelt of autumn, my favorite season, and I started listening to Serj Tankian's new effort on my first generation iPod Nano. Needless to say, I was feeling awesome for about 30 minutes. I had almost forgotten the fact that I went to the police station last night and was told that they would not arrest or do anything about my older brother until he physically harmed me or a member of my family to the point where there was physical evidence of it. I had forgotten all that for a little bit, and I was happy.

[CANNIBAL]

People? i don't know...i don't fully understand this thread.

[ShelfLife]

People? i don't know...i don't fully understand this thread.

The Nostalgia Thread? The I Feel Strange/Peaceful Thread? The I-Stared-Out-My-Window-For-An-Hour-And-Felt-Very-"Perks-Of-Being-A-Wallflower" Thread?

[twiggysrabies]

As I was leaving work the other night at midnight, I stepped outside and I got hit with a blast of hot summer air...and it smelled just like it used to when I'd sit outside all night with my best friends, talking about our futures and about how we'd never be apart. Now I'm in Oklahoma, one is still in Rhode Island, one is in France, and the other is in Italy... Funny how life turns out, isn't it?

[Christina]

I was gonna come in here and start ranting about quiet people but I see that that isn't the point here. O'well.

Anyways, I can't stand to listen to soft-spoken people talk. It's like a fucken fly that keeps landing on your face even though you've swatted at it but it keeps coming back! Fuck off, fly!

[Cryosepsis]

Driving around, getting frustrated because the radio sucks, as usual. Drove over to the local HMV to get something to put in the CD player. Walked in, thinking "The Fragile." Find NIN, there are only two CDs there, one being The Fragile. Snatch it up, return to car, pop it in. Hearing it brought back so many memories of her, I was totally unprepared for it. We used to drive around for hours listening to that album together. At home, doing dishes, little things with the music in the background. The emotion crashed into me, around me. Overtaken with longing. Never knew I could miss someone this much. Desperately wishing we can have those moments again, someday. Guess I should stick to the radio for a while.