I Despise Titles

I hate titles, in almost all it's forms. I think the only reason it offends me is because of the illusion of power that is dedicated to it. It is a form of pride, which leads to a form of opression if not used properly. In some ways, it is a new form of creating classes. There are those on the principal's list, and those simply on the honor roll. There are the graduates, and there are the PHDs. There are those with name brand, and those with generic brand. There are those in first class, and those in economic coach. I know titles are merely short descriptions which inable efficiency and communicatio, but they sometimes bring me down. Also, I find the titles of stories very hard to come up, but not as categorical.

I hate sitting in the kitchen at the hostel between 5pm and 9pm and I think I know why. It's because everytime I hear the door open, I half-expect my ex to come walkng in like some kind of sitcom.

"Hey guys! What's up?!" As if our favorite character of the show just arrived. We used to have a show it was called something like "Domestic Life" when my boyfriend at the time and I would try to juggle jobs, school, living together, and love. It was eventually too hard to bear, but I mostly got over it. Now i'm just struggling with the nostalgia of it all.

I hate it, because I have moments of weakness several times within a sitting period, so I'd much rather hide out in the staff room where the sound of the door opening and closing can't reach me. The unforunate occurrance is that the staffers come in and I'm curled up every single with with something to read, homework, or to watch. Like some kind of spider in the corner of the room, tucked away in it's web. I always feel so awkward, but I figure if they're find with it, then I should shoo these feelings away.

The trouble with walking backwards is that eventually you'll fall down. By moving back to the hostel, in some ways I've fallen in down in my progress to get over someone. This place reminds me of all the good times and bad times I went through with during a whole year. I can't even begin to express how it feels to be going back in time, I only know that when I start walking forward again, the feeling will be new and irreplacable.