I put my headphones in, one earbud at a time, and turned up the volume. I felt relaxed as the wash of background noise faded out under the pumping of my music. People never understand why I like being in crowded places even though I have social anxiety. They don’t understand why I get a thrill from blocking everything out when I could just as easily stay home or go somewhere quiet and not have to worry about it.
The noise of strangers isn't a nuisance to me. I like to listen to them, to eavesdrop on the wonderful conversations they think no one else bothers to hear. I love delving down into my world while simultaneously being embraced in theirs. I like remaining a mystery, just another face in a crowded room full of strangers where nothing is permanent, everything is fleeting. We don’t owe each other anything except of the common courtesy of being civil, whatever that even means.Somehow I am more myself when I put myself in these situations than anyone who has ever known me could possibly comprehend. How can you be yourself more around strangers? It’s just so easy to me, to know I’ll never see their faces again or, if I do, I won’t remember and neither will they. Then, a familiar face walks into the room and my joy-filled bubble of invisibility is burst.
I am a student entering into college and planning to major in traditional or modern art and journalism.
I love drawing people and moths/ butterflies and, occasionally, animals. Most of my art reflects myself and things I've been through or it's just something I felt like drawing.