Escape
As the final examination for the spring term draws nearer, I find myself once again falling into a familiar reverie. I dream of faraway places, Japan in particular, imagining that all my petty problems would simply disappear were I able to go there. That is who I truly am, I think: an escapist. People usually see me as dutiful and reliable, but above all I'm lazy and difficult to please, not to mention arrogant and selfish. Sure, those are just pieces of the puzzle, but they are major ones. And so, as I find myself miserable over my girlfriend's absence and none too serious lack of reply, as well as whining over the impending trial for which I myself have neglected to prepare, I know those are just further signs of my selfishness.
I recently finished viewing the animé series Nana, and was somewhat bothered by how weak and unappealing the characters were. Turns out I'm just like them.