Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Pizza, Booze, Telly

Just got back from Rose’s place. She didn’t say anything, but I know something was wrong. I was sitting on her sofa waiting for her to get her drink and I checked out the notebook she keeps in her room, and it had the normal stuff – notes for her class, maybe a harmless little poem here or there. But what was weird was that this one symbol kept recurring. A circle with a big “X” drawn through it, like somebody was going to write an anarchy symbol and suddenly forgot how. They were drawn all over the margins, along with some creepy stick-figure drawings.

I figured they were probably just some doodles – statistics class is, after all, a bitch and a half when you’re bored – and asked her about them, more teasing than anything. Then she snapped at me! She told me that those were her personal notes in her personal notebook, and she’d appreciate a little privacy with her things.

It’s not the first time she’d snapped at me (we all have bad days, after all), but it is the first time she’s done so about something so small.

She quickly got over it once I apologized. I’ve never seen her act this jumpy before. While we were watching a movie, she kept looking to the window like she expected something to be there. Of course, at one point, there was indeed something there—her dog, an ugly-cute little bulldog named Ricki who’s just tall enough to reach the little windowsill and look really creepy—but other than that, it was just us all night.

When I asked her about it, she said she’d just been stressed out from her classes. I guess that’s possible…

1 comment:

  1. Possible, but more likely its tantamount to her baseline.

    Scribbles are links, symbols if you will, to the inner workings of the mind. Each person will have their own style and base images.

    During times of boredom, stress, or unease, these scribbles are a cry out for help from the author to the pages.

    I should say that indeed the stress did bring it about, but what was brought? A time of stress, of vulnerability, all revealed and relived by the mere glance of a past scribed relic.