Feb 26, 2009 21:06
It's funny how familiar things can pile up on top of themselves until we barely recognize our own lives.
I mean, I suppose that's a little dramatic. I don't mean to be dramatic. But here I am -- 24 last Sunday -- and this is my third year in Portland. I've worked five jobs including the two I currently have, fallen in love with at least two people, fallen out of love with at least 3 people, mastered various parts of being an adult while continuing to have absolutely no clue about others, and I. . .
I'm BORED now.
There's gotta be an adventure beyond this one. There's got to be something more interesting than this. . . plateau of adulthood. Fine, so I can call my dentist and set my own alarm. So I kind of forget what it felt like to be a virgin. So I never even think about whether or not I'm legal drinking age. So what?
I'm restless.
I want to stretch some part of me that is still small. Learn something, not about the way the world around me works, but about my internal process as a human being. I want to know something about ME.
What does it mean to be oneself in the world, exactly?