2008 Catch-22s
Almost a month has passed since I afforded myself liberty from the austerity of academic bullcrap and poof, a couple of seconds later, I'm two days away from going back to the school I initially loathed during my first three to four years of stay. My mind's trying to console me with faux images of the Literature Dept. staff announcing free cuts to respective classes I have with them but I'm not really one to take stock in diametrically opposed realities. And after throwing myself into the Horoscope Trap of 2007, I'm not quite sure if I'm ready to bounce back to existence just yet.
But fuck that. A friend told me I run the risk of being clingy to people, not material dependency (although that's a point for consideration), but in the ambiguously viscous social attachment I have with anyone within my immediate periphery. The ramifications therefore calls for the consistently dependable answer that has yet to fail me: distance. So while the rest of the world is busy opening their doors to let the new year in, closing mine is something I was supposed to have done a long time ago. But I'll leave the windows open for booty calls.
Moving on
I have never considered the recent circumstances of the past year and anything stretched out beyond that in the light of our moving to Australia this year or early next (supposing things don't go smoothly); if anything, I thumbed my way through 2007 the way I would an automotive mechanics book. The prospect is exciting, I admit, but somehow, the closer I get there, I'm inadvertently set on amassing a pile of misgivings, nostalgic and oftentimes remembered with a sense of wonder at the psychological current that pushed it back to the surface.
2008, what took you so long?
But fuck that. A friend told me I run the risk of being clingy to people, not material dependency (although that's a point for consideration), but in the ambiguously viscous social attachment I have with anyone within my immediate periphery. The ramifications therefore calls for the consistently dependable answer that has yet to fail me: distance. So while the rest of the world is busy opening their doors to let the new year in, closing mine is something I was supposed to have done a long time ago. But I'll leave the windows open for booty calls.
Moving on
I have never considered the recent circumstances of the past year and anything stretched out beyond that in the light of our moving to Australia this year or early next (supposing things don't go smoothly); if anything, I thumbed my way through 2007 the way I would an automotive mechanics book. The prospect is exciting, I admit, but somehow, the closer I get there, I'm inadvertently set on amassing a pile of misgivings, nostalgic and oftentimes remembered with a sense of wonder at the psychological current that pushed it back to the surface.
2008, what took you so long?