The Quiet Lives of the Organized

On this campus, people's blinds are open in a shallow relation to their personality. Half the time, their blinds are closed because they're too lazy to put a beer away, or to smoke outside, and if you knocked and seemed decent, guess what, they'll get you fucked up, because that's love or something. But then there are rooms like the one I walked past recently, where his window was wide open while he cleaned his room, tucked his pastel shirt into his pastel pants, the irony being that real paint is too messy and uncertain for him. Or so I assume; self-proclaimed writer that I am, liberties shall be taken liberally. And he didn't look out. And he didn't stop to play with the college-ruled decorations on his desk. And he didn't look comfortable in his own room.

Someone earnest should knock on all the doors in this dorm that never stay open longer than it takes a person to pass through. They should interview these people. I want the literary equivalent of post-secret, but from people who wouldn't elect to submit even post-secrets.

I talk too much. (Duh.) I take myself way too seriously, considering this blog's title is a stupid meta-joke that I only took because "easy to remember" was taken. And I want desperately to hear what this kid has to say about his life. About his mom, who cut his sister out of her life because her boyfriend didn't like this mother's daughter. About the idea he had for a webcomic about boats in ports shit-talking each other. About his views on forgiveness, on self-control, on how his first one-night stand told him to kiss like it was a popsicle, not an ice-cream cone, on how to throw out the hairclip she left, on how John Butler Trio is good, on how he realized that no one cares when he cries in his room and that's ok, you cry if you need to, someday you'll be on a stage and people will clap and community theater is OK, fuck the nay-sayers, just because it's small town small scale doesn't mean it doesn't matter, your friends care, think it's cool, and it is cool, you're doing something you love, live it, and to quote that band your roommate won't shut up about, whatever and ever, amen.

Someone tell me something.