A Case of Uninteresting-ness
I miss high school. I never thought that day would come (or so soon after graduation, for that matter) but it has. Not only do I have to make new friends from scratch -a worthy, yet daunting endeavor- but face a strange environment. However, the thing I miss most is the ease that excitement comes to me.
I can't clearly remember a time that I was so immersed in something that it consumed me from months on end. In my middle school days, it was my art. Ceaselessly, I drew illustrations and comics and even the occasional painting. In my high school days, it was the music I listened to. My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, and Mew. Make fun of me for my juvenile taste in music if you want, but it was these bands that I lived for. I listened to them everyday. I followed their tours. I watched every interview. I read every article. This fervent interest last months on end.
Then college. Oh dear. I feel like I was suddenly hit by a terrible case of ADD. I still feel excited about things. I still listen to music and watch movies and read books... but my interests never last more than a day. One day it's Megamind (2010). Then next it's Harry Potter fanfiction. But most days I have nothing that interests me. Most days I merely exist, a bag of flesh and bones given kinetic energy to move from Point A to Point B.
What just happened...?
I can't clearly remember a time that I was so immersed in something that it consumed me from months on end. In my middle school days, it was my art. Ceaselessly, I drew illustrations and comics and even the occasional painting. In my high school days, it was the music I listened to. My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, and Mew. Make fun of me for my juvenile taste in music if you want, but it was these bands that I lived for. I listened to them everyday. I followed their tours. I watched every interview. I read every article. This fervent interest last months on end.
Then college. Oh dear. I feel like I was suddenly hit by a terrible case of ADD. I still feel excited about things. I still listen to music and watch movies and read books... but my interests never last more than a day. One day it's Megamind (2010). Then next it's Harry Potter fanfiction. But most days I have nothing that interests me. Most days I merely exist, a bag of flesh and bones given kinetic energy to move from Point A to Point B.
What just happened...?