My eyebrows
creased in frustration. The knot was a hard one to master but I sure as hell
wasn’t going to leave it alone.
It was
raining all day and my knot obsession wasn’t very progressive with the power
shortage and whatnot. My parents were in the next room sleeping, even though it
was midafternoon. They found my obsession with knots rather weird. After all,
one does not simply “want to learn how to tie knots without no context
whatsoever.” At least, that’s what they said. But knots made sense to me. Some
infernal power in me wanted to know how to tie and untie all kinds of knots in
the world. It was initially just a passing interest, but gradually I became
hooked.
Being
twenty-one years old, I was expected to find a job and move out of my parents’
place- not by my parents, but by the general public. My parents were quite the
opposite. They were not pleased with the idea of me being an entity independent
of them, which is why even after completing my college degree I remain jobless.
It is peculiar, but I guess I must adjust with what they want, given they spent
their life savings getting me here.
The rain
had lessened into a drizzle. I sighed, putting away my knot. My life seemed
great from the outside, but it really was not. Then again, I guess there are
people living in shittier conditions than me. But from time to time, I cannot
help but whine about the toxicity around me. My family was toxic in an
overprotective, possessive manner. I had a best friend, but we stopped
interacting much after high school. A few messages here and there, but that was
pretty much it. All my current “friends” were toxic. It was obvious by the was
they only talked to me before or during exams- to ask me for my notes or to
demand that I show them my answers, which I was okay with had they not decided
to ditch me afterward. Luck was almost never on my side, except for academics.
Though that too had ultimately led me to bad luck. I had no choice whatsoever
in the college or degree that I had opted for. It was like I was living my life
for those around me.
I stood up
from my chair, popped my knuckles and moved to the bed. Just as I plopped
rather unceremoniously on it, I heard a shout. Then I heard another. The shouts
were followed by a pause, which was then followed by a full-fledged verbal
fight.
