I hang out in my shed, Yes, Shed. What's cool about mine is it has a downstairs, So I basically put all the family's stuff up on the top, where my secret hideaway is down below. I fixed it up real nice, it has a bed, a working TV with cable, My game systems and some of my games are down there too. I got some posters and all. It even has a kickass stereo. Oh, and I'm down there right now, with my laptop
I live in a dorm on a campus. I'm almost never alone. I even have a roommate. My only escape . . . the shower. The shower, with the fold-down seat and flexible nozzle hose. It is where I sit and think and reflect and sometimes sleep. Ahhh, shower. My friend of friends.
Whatever is on my mind, the City is where I go. South Bank is parkland, so it's easy just to go there. I once lay on the grass at Anzac Square for about half an hour just staring at the stars and clouds, nice simplicity.
This amused me because I actually work near next to Anzac Square. It is a nice chillout place, as well as Post Office Square. I enjoy just wandering around the City by myself; reading some books in Borders or sitting down for a coffee in a café.
The front is incredibly ugly and has huge amounts of Graffiti. The back has no graffiti at all and our school is right next to a large forest so It's nice sitting on this one bench and listening to the Birds sing.
There is this one awesome abandoned train bridge up the street from me though. Its pretty scary but cool to walk across, as it hovers 50 feet over a big drainage canal and most of the wood between the ties are missing or rotting, so you have to balance yourself on the rails.
My "secret spot" depends on my mood and where I've been all my day. I'd say my room is my sacred haven, but sometimes I'm sick of it and need to go somewhere else. Sometimes, that place is the shower. In there, I can cry all I want without being seen, think, and simply let the warm water wash over me.
And whenever I get an opportunity, the park or someplace where I can experience nature.
You guys have no clue how many times I've wanted to cry and the tears just don't come. Heck, I can't even make the motions anymore... I've just unlearned how to cry. :0(
I really could use a good cry, too. Maybe I'm saving it up for some great finale of life that puts me over the edge.
I almost never used to cry. I was kind of like you. But, I don't know, in the past year or so, I've developed a tendency to do it too much now. To the point where if I don't cry, I have this huge weight on my chest and stomach, and sometimes not even crying makes that go away. It's unhealthy. =/
My secret spot isn't really that secret, it's the corner of my room that is behind a desk and next to my bookcase. If I want to clear my head, though, I can usually go to the park and walk, or even jog some.