Blog #6 - I Wish...

After I left the oddly timed but inspirational speech from Ryan Lochte at the library, I walked home feeling
extremely conflicted and confused about where to go from here. Many people from Pointe Place also
walked in close proximity, but I barely noticed as my feet carried me along the all too familiar route.


I had found comfort in interacting with people through small snapshots. There wasn’t too much pressure
to hold a conversation for long periods of time and if I ever felt lonely, I could always return to my wall
and revisit fond interactions.


That was all gone now.


The walk home, similar to my thoughts, was gloomy, dark, windy, and nippy. As, I finally settled down in
my apartment, I stared pensively at the floor before it became shrouded in a brilliant green light so bright
that at first I thought my floor was glowing and radiating the light itself.


As I looked up and out of my window, the sky was so beautiful it made a person feel hopeful, wishful.


Oh, I wish...
I was leaning out of my living room window hypnotized by the mesmerizing light when suddenly I heard
a large bang come from the roof.


I heard other people running up the stairs and I followed behind timidly, choosing to listen a level below
in the stairwell instead of going all the way up. I just wasn’t ready to interact with a bunch of people all
at once.


I could hear the news of the green light granting wishes and George a nice car. I longed to see it so
badly as the excitement of everyone echoed down the stairwell. I began climbing the stairs but once
again got overwhelmed and I retreated back to the comfort of my living room window.


I once again embraced the vibrant green light trying to think of wishes that could satisfy my needs and
goals in life.
I didn’t care for material things so I wouldn’t waste it on that, but what?


I wish…no.  
I wish…absolutely not.


Finally, I got it.


“I wish for the confidence to allow me to interact with other people normally and build relationships,
be sure of my goals and passions in life, and assert myself to become a productive member of our
community.”

The next thing I saw was a bolt of green light surging towards my window.

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