Finding my Freedom

I was quite unhappy the previous time he brought his friend home to play on the console. They would spend hours playing and generally lose track of time. I’m always uncomfortable in the presence of strangers especially if they are strangers that belong to someone I know. Even if I’m in my home, I manage to feel claustrophobic. That time, I just sat and sulked, hoping that he will somehow realize it. Which he didn’t.

My chest tightened. I got sad at my own inconsequence and then angry. But I never really did anything about it. I just kept quiet and fumed inside. (Imagine how bad my blood pressure must have been!) I thought I couldn’t do anything. After all, how do you ask a guest to leave without being offensive?

So all this while that I’ve pegged myself in, I never realized that freedom was so easy for the taking. It did not dance in flashy ads or hide behind a banyan tree. Somehow, I just never saw it. I just suffered silently and let the anger bubble along painfully. Today, it was different and I am happier for it. I never realize it could be as simple as saying “Okay, I think you guys should stop”. How silly I am.

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