For you simple folk who have no desire for adventure, yes perhaps. But honestly, if fifty years from now you are sitting all crotchety and crippled in a rocking chair with your trusty walker perched at your side and you say, "Say, high school was the time in my life where I was most euphoric, where I had the most passionate moments where I met the best people, where I lived my life in the best manner I could have, where I reached my full potential where I felt entirely self-fulfilled!" then damn, my friend, you had one sad little life.
College trumps everything that has happened to me in the past. Things just keep getting better and better. Don't get me wrong, high school was fucking miserable slash there were halfway decent moments sprinkled with a tiny handful of enjoyable instances. Yet middle school was better, I was more ignorant. Ignorant is bliss. High school was my mid-life crisis for me. I didn't know who the fuck I was. I figured it out upon arriving at college though. Where I was free of my mother's wrath and my family breathing down my neck in general. I love my family, don't get me wrong, but the little birdie has to leave the nest sometime right?
I can't even imagine the real world at this point in time. Gee whiz it must be mighty swell! I know it'll even be better than this. 'Cuz I'll be in San Fran hustling (writing-wise, my friends, not dealing crack rocks.) And possibly being a go go/burlesque performer/stripper/lap dance giving. For the sake of art, to write a book on it, not 'cuz I want to do it! But of course, if I have a teaching gig I sure as fuck won't be stripping! I don't need to live in a cardboard box living on Ramen, people. I have expensive tastes!
And hopefully I will meet a beautiful, dominatrix woman who will support the big notions I have for myself and my impeccable tastes. (My credit card was recently declined. WTF. I'm in for some trouble. I have barely spent that much this year though, I've been frugal! Eff my effing life.) Anyway, and I will life in an oh so trendy and chic loft and we'll have a puppy and then we'll have children---a slew of boys and girls. Charlotte, Chloe, Lola, Holden, Colin, Milo, ooh and Rocco I love that name too! And I will give all my sons mohawks and they will all wear designer clothing and I will drive them to school in our silver Escalade and my wife and I will have hot sex on the kitchen island and we will be super tight with our sperm donor, who will be a fabulous gay man. I can't wait to surround myself with other gays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoa there, okay, I got dreadfully off track.
Anyway, I think I've made my point: life only gets SO MUCH BETTER. More developed because we all EVOLVE SO MUCH. Bad shit may continue to happen but you grow stronger so working through it becomes less arduous for you.
And we grow to love more and more frequently. At least I hope so. I've noticed a lot of people here are wretchedly petulant, even the least likely folks, I mean, I fall under that umbrella as well, but at least I'm aware. At least I don't act like a child who blames others and never blames myself. Anyway, maturity is something that I believe comes WITH being out in the real world. Not necessarily college. But college still...what a hell of an adventure! Sometimes, yes I feel like high school still lingers even now but those remnants fade quickly. At least I hope so. High school is NOT your life. College isn't even your life. But still...coming to college you realize you will never be the same! Change is SO GOOD people! SO GOOD! We hate it at first but in the long run we thank GOD for it, I know I do. I was ecstatic leaving my life behind at home to start a new one. I do not want to live in the past. Keep moving on, keep things interesting and just keep LIVING. I am so profound! Ha.
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