Attached

Do you have a place which you are very attached to? Any city, any town, any village?

I was asked one day how I can just ‘up and leave’ any place, don’t I have any emotional attachment to the place I lived?

Well, since we were on a text, I just put those laughing emojis with tears falling out of the eyes. Seriously though, that emoji is a lifesaver. But then, I got to thinking. Is it true that I am not emotionally attached to any place?

Well, after lots of brooding, I reluctantly agreed. Yes, I do not have a special attachment to any place.

My birth place? Nope, left too early to remember.

My first school? Nope, too young to remember.

The place where I stayed the longest? Nope, too bored.

The place I am living right no? Nope, I don’t think so.

I guess I am that person who gets attached to people instead of places. But then again, I am that person who doesn’t get attached to people easily.

If I have to describe myself under the attachment category, I’d say that I am not really easily attached to anyone. I can make friends, have a good laugh, build memories, and then move on. I am the sort of person who may not remember your name or your birthday, but the insignificant, crazy details would be engraved in my memory.

Yes, I am weird.

Now, that I had answered my question, my mind started wandering through the passages of my memory bank. Memories of a guy stealing my chocolate but then puking it out because it was bitter, me teaching history to my friend an hour before the test and him scoring better than me, my best friend randomly dancing because she wanted to impersonate an ape, swam in my mind.

My mind randomly decided to pause and sadness took over my whole being. All those happy memories turned bitter with sorrow as I realized I could no longer meet them face to face. Technology could evolve, but the essence of actually being together can never be triumphed.

I also got irritated by the fact that I could literally do nothing about it. This virus has gone on for too long and now I just want it to stop. I want to go out again, hug people and trees, not wear a mask as if I was an assassin, and basically do everything as I did before this pandemic.

And now my friends, came anger. Why? Because my emotions were jumping all over the place. It’s as if different emotions pushed and pulled each other to gain control on how I feel.

Has this ever happened with you as well? Want to know how I calm them down?Comment down below.

When I finally managed to calm myself down, I questioned myself, do I really don’t have any memories due to this pandemic?

Well, the answer is no. I love complaining about this year so much, that I don’t really appreciate the small things which can be memorable, only if I make them.

I don’t think that online classes would continue forever. I don’t think I would hear “Am I audible class?” or “Switch on your videos! I do not wish to teach computers, they are already smarter than you all!” forever.

I guess what I will remember of this year is the once in a blue moon meeting with my friends, virtual classes, new relationships, and my appreciation to the luxury of going out.

If I am being completely honest, I don’t think I have ever missed human contact so much. I finally appreciate the role of friends in my life along with my family. Playing board games and spending time with family is fun, but the fun with friends is a different type of fun.

I know this blog post is a bit more personalized than the rest of my posts, but I needed a place to vent, and I couldn’t think of a better place.

Even if I am a stranger to you, just heed my advice and call your friends/teachers/family if you miss them. Texting is not enough, it never will be. Check up on them, don’t worry about it being awkward, sometimes, all one needs is a human voice other than their own.

If you don’t know whom to call/text, I am here. I know that most of the times, these are just words, but I mean them. I will always be here.

After all, if one human being can not be there another, are we even being human?

Spread love!

xoxo