Gabe: On being alone

[Jay]

Gabe: On being alone

You know what some people say? About flattery? I’m not so much talking about the ‘oh my, you’re so gorgeous’ flattery, or the ‘oh that hair is really cute’ kind. I’m taking about the ‘ooh that colour really flatters you.’ Type of flattery. In case you’re wondering, yes there is an immense difference.
There are two important things that flatter me. One, being alone, and two, the colour pink. However, the latter point is completely unimportant, and I am shifting my focus to the first.
I like being alone!
Why do people have such a hard time seeing this? Why do I have such a hard time seeing this? Why do I always end up talking to people?
This is madness.
Madness.
This is Sparta damnit.
I mean… I can deal with people. Just looking at my house should tell you that. My mom, my aunt… my cousin, her partner… their daughter… and that damned lodger who is always there when you don’t want him to be. Always. It’s very creepy. He does make a good model though. And he doesn’t mind sitting still for ages…. That’s not the point.
The point that I’m trying to get across is, is that I like being alone! Really! I do!
Ugh.
I’m a lost cause aren’t I?
I bet I even have a friend at this point.
Damn damn damn damn.
I’m going to go angst into a cushion now.

_{if you need some sort of mental reference for Gabe's voice, think 'Connor Oberst' (Bright Eyes thankyouverymuch) except a tad more angry.
And don't mind this rant.
He just wouldn't shut up until I wrote it.}