Castaway

Year:2006
Day: Unknown
Month: Unknown

How long have I been stranded in this god forsaken place...has it been weeks, or months? Perhaps even years have passed since I was marooned and left for dead. The monotony of every day being so like the others makes me lose all track of time. The food supplies are running low, the oats are almost entirely gone. There is enough for one spoonful a day for perhaps two more days, but after that...well, I don't know, I shall have to begin to forage in a more feral manner. But what I miss most is not the life that I dimly remember without the constant ache of hunger in my belly, but the sound of human voices and the sight of human faces. I fear I shall die of madness from this dreadful solitude long before I am claimed by hunger or thirst. As more and more days past my hopes of rescue grow thinner and thinner. Soon I shall have no choice but to surrender to the great, aching emptiness of the wilds...

Ha, ha, okay, so that is mostly just silliness on my part, but it is, alas, silliness that is based in reality. I have been stuck townhouse bound for the past two days, like I have literally not stepped out of the door. I have not really talked to anyone since then, except when my dad called until the phone mysteriously cut out on me and I couldn't get him back...oooh, spooky. Also, there is plenty of food and I have done quite well for myself scavenging around the house, but the sad fact is that the oats are almost gone and when that happens I am not really sure what I shall do, as I am not altogether certain that I can live w/o oats. If you want the back story to all of this, I was supposed to go to my Aunt Linda's house for break, decided at the last minute that it wasn't going to work out, and so I decided to stay on campus during Feb. break, which is a WEEK LONG and I'm going nuts already. Don't get me wrong, I've had about as much fun as anyone can who is quite entirely all by herself and I've been very productive working on things like papers and what not. But I am totally, totally sick of being all by myself. Life's just no fun w/ nobody else around. Fortunately tomorrow I get to spend the morning at the library doing more work, which is going to be boring and suck generally, but at least there I have the hope of seeing another human being! I think of this as like, hard core monastic solitude, which has proved to me that, in spite of how much I've always talked about it and said I'd like to do it, becoming a hermit is absolutely 100% not the life for me. I would suck at being a hermit, so, okay, that's out of the picture. One less potential future to mull over. Fortunately too, Thryn and Jeff should be coming back to campus in a few more days to end my purgatorial suffering.

Really, when you ignore my intense boredom (funny how I can keep as busy as I do and still feel bored, just b/c there's no human stimulation around) this is like an ideal situation. Spend a few days working hard core so that a lot of work actually gets done, then goof off with my friends for the last bit and get virtually no work done at all. Maybe. The thing that I keep thinking of, the thing that would happen if my life were a movie life and not my life, would be that a huge blizzard would hit the day that my friends planned on coming to get me and I would be stuck here all alone, not just for this week, but for much, much longer, and I would have to find a way to rally all the others who are stuck in Houghton and we'd have to make an awesome trek to find food and warmth, one the blizzard knocked out our power. And the trek would be long and terribly dangerous, and basically everyone would die except for me and some boy I'd randomly find myself in love with, after we began the trip as bitter adversaries who couldn't agree on anything. And he'd risk his life to save me and prove his love for me, maybe even multiple times, and maybe, if it was a really modern movie, I could reciprocate by risking my life to save his, but we'd both end up okay in the end, and then we'd live happily ever after and be on the first plane to Arizona or Brazil or some other really warm place. Too bad there is no Arizona, that would be quite the disappointment for us, wouldn't it? Then I guess it's a good thing my life is just my life where I happen to be stuck in my boring and creepily noisy townhouse for a few days, and not some stupid movie.

Seriously, though, this whole solitude thing is starting to mess w/ my head a bit. I can see going crazy really quickly if I was ever to be lost in the woods for weeks on end or something like that. Funny how even one other person can make the difference in a situation like that. Anywho, I'm going to go back now to babbling and drooling while curled up in the fetal position (or go do some belated work for my poetry class, whatever). Night, all!