I guess I have to give a background of my life up until this point for any of this to make sense to anyone who reads this.
My life has been very good. My parents are awesome, they are still together, and we all live in the same house together. I am 22 right now. For the last few years of my life, things have gone great. I don't hate my parents, and I don't think they are bad parents nor do I think they have treated me badly at all. I've had a very blessed life and I have always had what I wanted and I've always had nice things. But those nice things don't matter to me at all. I just got all of my stuff back from a storage unit (it had been in a storage unit for almost a year) and I just..don't care about it anymore.
3 years ago my family moved from a small town in Tennessee to California so my dad could go to school. The town I was living in was a backwards small town with no people. I hated that about it more than anything. I am the type of person who wants to be in the middle of "it". I don't care what "it" is, I just want to be right there. I just want to be around people. Hundresd, thousands of people. I don't want them looking at me, and if they do, that's fine. I just want to be around people.
Well anyway, the small town I moved from was just..so lonely. Nothing going on. And then we moved to california. PEOPLE. So many people. Just walking around..at the beach, I'd go walking on the beach EVERY DAY because of the amazing views? The sand between my toes? The ocean? No, I went because that's where the people were. I even snuck into a VIP party once on the beach at night, there were guard rails up and everything, and I snuck in not to have a drink, or to watch the performance, no, I just wanted to be there because there were so many people. I didn't know anyone, I didn't speak to anyone, I just wanted to be there.
So that brings me to where I am now. We moved back to TN. Where there are no people. My dad got a job here at Nissan at the plant, and we moved all of our things here and got our stuff out of storage from when the first time we moved. But the thing is, I sit here and look at my TV, 46 inch flatscreen, nice TV, my Xbox, all my games, all my movies, and I just don't care. I thought I'd be happy to see it. I thought it'd fill the void, the lack of a social aspect of my life now, but I don't care. I could throw it all away right now, and I wouldn't care at all.
See, the thing is, I just want to get OUT. I want to get out of my parents house. I am 22 years old, I'll turn 23 soon. I just feel like I'm trapped. My parents are not bad people, I love them dearly. They are supportive, nice, sure they have their problems as do all families, but I have had an amazing childhood. I just feel so trapped here. And I can't just "leave". How would I do that? I can't. I don't have the skills or means to just support myself. I don't want to BE here. I want to be near the people, near "it". I don't even know what "it" is.
I feel like lately I'm searching for something..I go on ridiculously long walks, and I mean long, 3-4 hour long walks, miles at a time, around here. I used to do it on the beach, and in california, where there were people, and it brought me great joy and happiness to just be there and be near people and all of the things going on. Being in the city. It just felt right. I was there. I was in the middle of "it". I still didn't even know what "it" was, what specifically about it made me happy, but it did. But I just feel like I'm searching for something here, on these walks now, and I don't know what. What am I looking for? What am I searching for? What is "it" that I long for that I cannot find here?
And..its' not like I'm "unhappy". I'm happy. I'm just not joyful, I'm not at peace here. I want to get OUT. I want to fall, and pick MYSELF back up. I want to make mistakes. I want to live and fail and cry over my own spilt milk. that doesn't even make sense does it.
I just feel like I've been dropped in a tiny box, and I am the most claustrophobic person you will ever meet. (I'm not really, that's just a metaphor for how my mind feels right now)
I feel like if I had my way, right now, I'd just jump, in to the sky, and high as I could, and I would just fly as fast and I could and NEVER stop, the wind constantly beating against my face.
I constantly listen to dubstep music and trance, really loud, in these Beats by Dre headphones I bought for 200 dollars. Because I feel like the bass just penetrates (lol) me, in a deep way, and it moves me, because I feel like nothing else moves me here. I was moved by people, by "it", but I don't know what "it" was. Is "It" what I'm searching for? I don't even know what "it" is.
Am I just [censored] crazy? Am I crazy, really? What is wrong with me? Should I not be happy? In a great home, with great parents, but I just feel so CLOSED IT AND I DON'T WANT TO BE. I just want to get OUT and MOVE, and by MOVE, I just want something to change, I want a family, I want kids, I want a wife, I just want "it".
I had a job while I lived in california, at the san diego zoo. I was a ticketseller. I was happy. I saw literally thousands of people everyday. Beautiful people, ugly people, you name it, I saw them, spoke to them, took their money, and made them smile. It felt so good.
All those people, it's so dynamic. Now, it's corn fields, and empty long dirt roads going no where. FFS.
