Working until 5:00pm and going straight home to do more work on my laptop has quickly taught me that I’m less of a hermit than I’d originally thought. While I’d still choose a bag of popcorn and old episodes of The Office over a college lawn party nine times out of ten, there’s something oddly draining about spending the vast majority of your day secluded in the same room. It feels almost pointless to wear makeup or attractive clothes and it becomes less and less comforting to lie in your bed if it also doubles as your office. So, to further my goals of mimicking adulthood, I’m pushing myself to use the outdoors and public places as sites of productivity, and tonight I’m coming to you live from a corner table at a coffee shop.
It’s a little bit distracting—two nearby girls are noisily playing Scrabble, a wobbly old woman is on the verge of breaking her spine as she tries to sit down, and the soundtrack keeps fading from The Rolling Stones to something drum-based and vaguely African—but this coffee is comforting and it feels nice to bring this blog out on a field trip. There’s something great about typing away in my little world, knowing that twenty other Little Worlds are happening around me. That bearded guy in the armchair could be writing a screenplay. Those two blondes are maybe on a second date. The laptoppy blue haze on one girl’s face just screams Tumblr. These people all value being alone just as much as I do, but they’re choosing to be alone together. I could get used to this.
But on that note, I’ve gotta get out of here to free up room for other Poets and Bards who actually plan on buying more than one cup of coffee, but I’ll be back soon. My goal for this week is to get out of my house more often and to judge myself less harshly when it comes to first drafts and valiant efforts.