She made a step or two into the back drawing-room, and claled —“Priscilla! Dear Priscilla!”Thus excluded from everybody’s confidence, and attaining no further, by my most earnest study, than to an uncertain sense of something hidden from me, it would appear reasonable that I should have flung off all these alien perplexities. Obviously, my best course was to betake myself to new scenes. Here I was only an intruder. Elsewhere there might be circumstances in which I could establish a personal interest, and people who would respond, with a portion of their sympathies, for so much as I should bestow of mine.Nevertheless, there occurred to me one other thing to be done. Remembering old Moodie, and his relationship with Priscilla, I determined to seek an interview, for the purpose of ascertaining whether the knot of affairs was as inextricable on that side as I found it on all others. Being tolerably well acquainted with the old man’s haunts, I went, the next day, to the saloon of a certain establishment about which he often lurked. It was a reputable place enough, affording good entertainment in the way of meat, drink, and fumigation; and there, in my young and idle days and nights, when I was neither nice nor wise, I had often amused myself with watching the staid humors and sober jollities of the thirsty souls around me.At my first entrance, old Moodie was not there. The more patiently to await him, I lighted a cigar, and establishing myself in a corner, took a quiet, and, by sympathy, a boozy kind of pleasure in the customary life that was going forward. The saloon was fitted up with a good deal of taste.
BubblesQ:
No other but myself. I crave for an alone time. A “me” time. I want to go away from the city and go to the mountains or to the sea, ALONE. I want to contemplate. I want to be away from all the stress that I am feeling right now *
My best friend. 🙂
doing just about anything with my husband – but especially anything active – and outdoors
driving in my car, listening to our fave music, or hanging out with my rabbit working on my art
My dad and my stepmom 🙂
friends
what: not sure
who: the ones that u treat badly from time to time but still stick around, u know they accept u as u are
My Dog and Son
The outdoors, playing Uno, dancing, and my boyfriend.
Drving my car singing and dancing to Beastie Boys license to ill on a sunny day! 🙂
I would say Reagan… He’s gone though. My friends I suppose, they are all I have.
my sister
My classmates. We’re a crazy group of kids and it is awesome!
Having some beers with my closest brother.
Being alone with myself for a short amount of time (before doing something else)
She made a step or two into the back drawing-room, and claled —“Priscilla! Dear Priscilla!”Thus excluded from everybody’s confidence, and attaining no further, by my most earnest study, than to an uncertain sense of something hidden from me, it would appear reasonable that I should have flung off all these alien perplexities. Obviously, my best course was to betake myself to new scenes. Here I was only an intruder. Elsewhere there might be circumstances in which I could establish a personal interest, and people who would respond, with a portion of their sympathies, for so much as I should bestow of mine.Nevertheless, there occurred to me one other thing to be done. Remembering old Moodie, and his relationship with Priscilla, I determined to seek an interview, for the purpose of ascertaining whether the knot of affairs was as inextricable on that side as I found it on all others. Being tolerably well acquainted with the old man’s haunts, I went, the next day, to the saloon of a certain establishment about which he often lurked. It was a reputable place enough, affording good entertainment in the way of meat, drink, and fumigation; and there, in my young and idle days and nights, when I was neither nice nor wise, I had often amused myself with watching the staid humors and sober jollities of the thirsty souls around me.At my first entrance, old Moodie was not there. The more patiently to await him, I lighted a cigar, and establishing myself in a corner, took a quiet, and, by sympathy, a boozy kind of pleasure in the customary life that was going forward. The saloon was fitted up with a good deal of taste.
No other but myself. I crave for an alone time. A “me” time. I want to go away from the city and go to the mountains or to the sea, ALONE. I want to contemplate. I want to be away from all the stress that I am feeling right now *