This is one of my favorite songs

That was it. She would never leave her room again. Like one of her favorite songs said, she was planning to start a revolution from her bed. I can tell you the day it all changed. The day she decided she would not participate in this little silly thing called life. She was on a walk with her father. Because it’s important to “work out”. Whatever that means. On their way back home, a dog barked at them and started to walk towards them. He was in the middle of the street, when a woman decided she was too much in a hurry to hit the brakes and wait for the dog to get off the street. So she ran him over. She killed him. The girl I’m telling you about felt guilty. If she hadn’t been there with her father, the dog would have not barked at them, for there would’ve not been people to bark at. She felt so guilty, so sad, and so ashamed. As if it had been her the one behind the steering wheel, as if it had been her who ran the poor dog over. She cried the whole way home. Nothing could stop the tears falling down her cheeks. As her father held her in his arms, she sobbed. As soon as she went home she locked herself in her room and decided she was done with it all. She knew it all along, but that day was the day she accepted it: people were jerks. Since she was sick of it all, she decided she was never leaving her room. Her house, technically. She would only exit her room for taking baths, going to the loo and eating. What was the point? She realized that acting like a jerk was something rooted so deep inside every single human being, she decided she would not be a part of it. So, she took online classes. Her room became her natural habitat, and she was satisfied. Soon, everyone knew about her and her decision to never leave her room, to never exit her house. People started calling it “an act of defiance against the system”. But she didn’t care what they had to say. She was doing it for herself and herself only, she didn’t care about getting attention. Soon, people her age started doing the same. And then people older than her. I mean, really, we can’t blame her. She had a point. Who is to say the way we live is the correct one? And it wasn’t that she was miserable or anything. Her closest friends visited her, quite frequently actually. She wasn’t against that, she simply was done with traffic and all the rush that involves being an “active” member of society.

She finished college. Those online classes were really enough. The only problem was, she couldn’t receive her diploma via email. And her parents refused to pick it up for her. “We are done with this ridiculous stunt of yours. Get over yourself, grow up. Pick up the diploma you worked so hard for yourself”. And she was devastated. She felt that it would be going against her own beliefs. “If I don’t practice what I preach, what kind of person am I? A jerk”. Those were the exact words she said to me over the phone. But, sadly and against her will, she left her room and house after being inside them for 5 years just to pick up her diploma. The media was crazy about it. People talked about it for weeks, for months. But what she did then really surprised us. She left for good. After picking up her diploma and filling a suitcase with her most precious and special belongings, she never looked back. No one really knew where she went, how she got there or if she even got there in the first place. After a while people stopped talking about it, thinking about it. They always do. But I never did. I was in love with her. How could I just stop thinking about her? Just like that? The girl I was crazy about. She left me and never looked back. But I still look for her in every place I knew she was fascinated with. It’s been years, and I still haven’t found her, but someday I will. I will either find her, or find out what happened to her. I know I will.

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