I Don't Get No ...

They say, "Familiarity breeds contempt". How true.

It's not easy having a roommate from the same course, with a terribly busybody and "mine-mine-mine" attitude. He makes it his duty to read the laptop screen when I'm typing; Similarly, the book that I'm reading. He sees no wrong in frequently disrupting my thoughts by bringing up irrelevant subjects every few minutes. He, too, finds no fault in showing his fluctuating emotions and pouring them on me.

I try to keep cool, but it's not easy.

It's not easy living among juniors who now recognize me. A minute amount have realized that they have no more use for me. But the many others are beginning to feel like stalkers...

I am, ultimately, a private person.

But they don't know that. Because for the whole duration of their crucial first week, I assumed a completely extrovertial persona, exuding an all-accompassing aura of selflessness. I had to -- that's the best I could be.

Now I'm recognized by people who know my name, whose faces I barely recognize. As I don't regard fame highly, I tend to place this on the negative.

Now I yearn for this hostel room to feel like a second home, like it felt before -- After all, this is the place where I'll spend 5 days per week from now on. But it's just not easy with such cumulative factors that threaten to ruin my privacy at every turn.

If I can live with this, I can live with anything.

Something inside my soul tells me to keep the faith.