Solitary Confinement Walking through the gentle fog down the empty street that led from her home to school, Adair subconsciously reached into her backpack and unwound her headphones, as she did every morning on her walks to school. Her thumb clicked the button on the side of her phone to turn the volume of her music up to extra high. It didn't matter so much what the music playing was, as long as there was something coming out of her headphones, she was happy. Frankly, she didn't even like music that much. A few weeks back, Adair experimented with listening to podcasts, with the idea that she could at least learn something rather than just blasting mediocre music all the time. But in the natural pauses between the speakers' phrases and sentences, the deafening sound of her neighborhood's 7:00 am silence
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This had always been her favorite thing to do with James: sorting through the entire box and then seeing who had more of each charm at the end. But organizing the cereal into piles, it struck her that the activity was extremely pointless. Exasperated, Adair plopped down onto her bed facing the ceiling. The silence seemed to drown out all of her thoughts, but resisting the urge to put on her headphones, she lay there, feeling nauseous. “What is it about feeling alone that makes me feel so awful?” she thought desperately. “I have my messy room and my Lucky Charms...why the heck am I bored?”
The idea that she was merely bored consoled her. She thought about her friends. What were they doing right now? Maybe they're feeling lonely too. But Adair doubted it. She loved all of her friends, but they didn't really possess the complexity of thought that she did. Still though, she wished more than anything that she was playing a game of chess or arguing about the dominance of various
This had always been her favorite thing to do with James: sorting through the entire box and then seeing who had more of each charm at the end. But organizing the cereal into piles, it struck her that the activity was extremely pointless. Exasperated, Adair plopped down onto her bed facing the ceiling. The silence seemed to drown out all of her thoughts, but resisting the urge to put on her headphones, she lay there, feeling nauseous. “What is it about feeling alone that makes me feel so awful?” she thought desperately. “I have my messy room and my Lucky Charms...why the heck am I bored?”
The idea that she was merely bored consoled her. She thought about her friends. What were they doing right now? Maybe they're feeling lonely too. But Adair doubted it. She loved all of her friends, but they didn't really possess the complexity of thought that she did. Still though, she wished more than anything that she was playing a game of chess or arguing about the dominance of various