LOST in SPACE

my place. my life. don't interfere.

 

“YOU DID WHAT?!” I yelled at my best friend who was in front of me, grinning smugly.  We were at my own flat at the city.  I just moved in last week and was still in the process of fixing things and getting myself settled.

 

Bethaly, my best friend followed me as I went to my bedroom, seething a bit.  “I just wanted you to take a break from all of this.  You deserve it after everything that’s been happening to you for the last couple of months,” she explained, shrugging.

 

I turned around to face her after picking my CD collection of alterative rock music from the box and arranging them on my shelves.  “That doesn’t give you the right to manipulate my life!”

 

She looked taken aback at what I just said.  I sighed.  “Look, Beth.  I’m sorry.  It’s just been a long day,” I apologized.  I sat at the edge of my bed then flopped down.  Beth came and sat with me.  “It’s ok.  Plus it’s not even a sure thing yet.  I just entered your name.  Who knows?  You might win and since you have the greatest crush on him –”

 

I sighed once more and closed my eyes.  “He’s too young for me, Beth.  Sure he’s cute and you know how much of a fanatic I am of Harry Potter, but still…  Plus I just broke up with Jonah and –”

 

Beth rolled her eyes.  “Like I told you and will say again and again – it’s not a sure thing yet!  And like Jonah would even care.  You guys are O-VER!”

 

“But –”

 

Beth stood up and raised her arms.  “Whatever, Tin.  You and Jonah are still friends from what I garner.  He would understand this and not really give a damn about it even if you did bag it.  And this is exactly why I did what I did.”  She walked towards where I was lying and peered into my face.  “You are stressing about mundane things.”  I sat up quickly when she said that.  “I’ll be going along now.  Just call me if you still need help.”  She sauntered out of my bedroom door and heard her let herself out.

 

I flopped once more on my bed and threw a pillow over my face.  Once I was sure no one would hear me, I screamed into my pillow.  Then threw it back beside me once I was done.  I knew that my best friend was right.  I was a total wreck a couple of months back and was only gathering pieces of my life now that I got my own flat to worry about.  I broke up with my boyfriend of 5 years since things weren’t working out already.  I resigned from my job in Advertising since it was stressing me out.  And now – I’m stressing once more because I don’t have much projects as a freelance Production Manager.  Good thing I saved up and was able to get me this flat all by myself.

 

When Bethaly came here a while ago screaming that she entered my name online on the Meet Daniel Radcliffe contest she saw on TV, I tuned out.  I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.  Then she went on gushing how it would be a nice experience for me if I did win and blah, blah, blah.  Then I freaked.  Why on earth would she do that?!  I mean, come on.  The guy was only 17 or 18.  And I was what – turning 23 in a month’s time.  Sure I’m not that old but…

 

I got up and went into my kitchen to get me a glass of water.  After taking big gulps and finishing it, I already felt fine.  It couldn’t hurt I realized if I did bag it.  Plus, it’s not even a sure thing yet.  So why stress out on it?  I laughed myself silly and then rummaged around my flat to get several things done and settled.

 

To Be Continued…

 

(Inspired by a story written by a very good friend and sister of mine.  Check it out here if you like.)

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