I needed to be alone, but that’s pretty much impossible in an office full of people. Of course, I still manage to find a way to be lonely there amongst the masses.
It has been incredibly hot, but as I’m typing this, the sky has gone almost completely black. Thunder is rumbling menacingly not so far from here. The wind has picked up substantially. The trees are swaying to the time of the storm on the horizon.
The heat does not help when I’m having a bad day. It makes everything seem much worse, and it messes with the calming Deep Thought process.
As soon as I got home tonight, I went up to the roof. I know that heat rises and that being on top of The House on the Hill would only position me closer to the Sun, but I also knew that I would find solace and comfort there.
It’s always cooler in the shadow of Gargoyle wings.
Gary the Gargoyle didn’t move from his usual perch. He could sense my mood, and knew silence was what I needed. He simply turned to face me, and then opened his mighty wings. I sat beneath them, and allowed the shadow to protect me from the heat and hide me from the rest of the world.
I have always been a loner, Modern Philosophers. It’s a badge I used to wear with shame, but I’ve learned to take some pride in it. It’s not that I like being alone, but sometimes, it just seems like that’s what’s best for everyone involved.
One of the reasons I’ve always wanted to be a writer is because the idea of being my own boss and working alone is very appealing.
I can definitely be a charming, people person, but I’ve always found that most folks just don’t “get me”. I’m an acquired taste, which seems to eventually sour and ultimately turn into an allergic reaction.
My strong attachment to The Girl Who Ran Off With My Heart is deeply rooted in the fact that she has gotten me right from the start. Clearly, she is some sort of freak of nature because we have always clicked. Rare is the person who clicks with the round Modern Philosopher peg in this otherwise square hole world.
Today was a day where the absence of my closest friend and partner in crime was glaring. Work was very stressful and there was no ear to hear my tale of woe, no shoulder on which to cry, and no hand to squeeze mine tight and make me feel like I wasn’t all alone in an office of eighty people.
I try to lose myself in my work, in hopes that time will fly, but inevitably, time is delayed on the tarmac and takes forever to make an extremely bumpy landing at 5:00.
I am home now. Where I feel safe. Where being alone is the norm. Outsiders cannot get to me and cause me stress. I can flee to the roof and not have to answer to anyone.
A storm is coming, but I don’t care. I’m safe up here in the shadow of Gargoyle wings…