Always In The Wrong Line

Always in the Wrong Line

Do you remember the opening title sequence to Office Space, where Peter keeps weaving in between two lanes on the freeway, thinking he will move into the fastest lane? When ever he moves his car, the other lane moves more then the one he is currently in. That is my philosophy in life, I am always in the wrong line. And I don’t just mean it metaphorically, either. No matter where I go, or what I do, I always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whether I’m at school, work, or at my house, I can never do anything right.

I left my friends at my other college, to move back home. I thought that doing this would make more time for everything else. Finding a job, going back to school, and learning new things on my own. I’m not saying I don’t miss my friends, I do. I became close with them, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I miss the talking nerdy with them, laughing with them, crying with them, and even the occasional fight. That’s all friendship, being friends. Lucky for me, I haven’t seen anyone that I remember from high school. I had a horrible time in high school. The people who were my friends all moved on with their lives. My parents believe that I will be alone for the rest of my life. Maybe they are right, but I’m not rushing out to meet new people. I haven’t gotten over my friends I left behind. If I were to find people and friends, I would have to find people who understand me in one way or another. I don’t think being by myself for a while is that bad. I have no one to wait for, to rely on, to worry about, just myself.

So that’s who I am. I can never catch a break. I’m never satisfied with my life as it is, and with the way it’s going. I’m never in the right line, and I may never be.

InTheWrongLine InTheWrongLine
22-25, F
Feb 11, 2010