Lady Writer
Seven years ago next month, I graduated College.
Thinking back now about the decisions I made, the reasons that I made them, the unrealistic hope that was the basis of it all...it didn't really make a lot of sense...but it seems that it worked out for the best.
Leaving then, I knew I had left some things unsaid, but all the same I never looked back. I knew I couldn't let myself dwell on certain things when I felt my existence meant so little. And nothing I could have done would have changed anything, especially when I wouldn't have wanted it to.
So here I am...a 28 year old envious of my 20 year old self...
Maybe teaching makes me realize how easy I had it...how really very simple it had been all along.
Maybe looking back makes me a little sad about how much my bright and optimistic outlook on life has dimmed.
Maybe I just need to lie face down in the floor for several days.
All I know is that it kills me a little more every day to watch all these fucked up games being played.
And that I need to find a way to shake this before next semester.
And that, most likely of all, I need to stop listening to Dire Straits.
Thinking back now about the decisions I made, the reasons that I made them, the unrealistic hope that was the basis of it all...it didn't really make a lot of sense...but it seems that it worked out for the best.
Leaving then, I knew I had left some things unsaid, but all the same I never looked back. I knew I couldn't let myself dwell on certain things when I felt my existence meant so little. And nothing I could have done would have changed anything, especially when I wouldn't have wanted it to.
So here I am...a 28 year old envious of my 20 year old self...
Maybe teaching makes me realize how easy I had it...how really very simple it had been all along.
Maybe looking back makes me a little sad about how much my bright and optimistic outlook on life has dimmed.
Maybe I just need to lie face down in the floor for several days.
All I know is that it kills me a little more every day to watch all these fucked up games being played.
And that I need to find a way to shake this before next semester.
And that, most likely of all, I need to stop listening to Dire Straits.