HELLO, WORLD.

Roar.

So I was in the doctor's office yesterday, waiting for an hour and a freaking half as usual. The woman sitting next to me kept glancing up from her US Weekly to stare at me. Cue the uncomfortable silence, where everyone realizes how much they don't want to be there and starts to wish that the lone Asian baby in the waiting room crying would shut the fuck up. I was too busy playing Tetris Mania on my cellular mobile to notice the old couple shuffle in. After they sat down across the room from me, I looked up. Something familiar about them hit me like a tidal wave.

They looked like every pair of old people I've ever seen in a doctor's office. She was wearing faded navy blue stretch jeans and had a big, pink faux-leather purse and a bad perm. His hat said, "The Real Boss" and the deep lines in his face showed signs of hardship. They were probably Gus and Mildred or George and Prudence and they were probably very beautiful at one time. In their prime, I can bet you that they were madly in love and had thirteen children before he went off to war. Sadness struck me, realizing that they were no longer striking, no longer passionate, just average, just old. Society had given up on them and all they really had were each other. Will I end up like that? Will I no longer be Emily, and become just another elderly face to pass on the road when they're driving slow and ignore when they smile at you, thinking how nice it would be to be young again?

The little Hindu boy reading The Little Mermaid to his dad will grow up. The lady with the harsh bangs and dirty slipper socks will one day find herself alone. The tired looking receptionist will finally figure out how to apply eyeliner close to her anotomical eyelids. But me, where will I end up? Just another face in the doctor's office? Just another piece of the puzzle, co-existing with all these other souls? I can only hope that I will become something more.

"Maybe one day I'll find where I'm supposed to be.
But for now, I am here, and I will make it my own."