This is called realism.
Which enthralls me. We've been discussing it quite a lot in my two English classes this semester, as a matter of fact, hence this blog post.
Whether we like it or not things change. And we should all be thankful and pray that they do. Without change our lives are even more of routines than they are. Human nature can be far more interesting WITHOUT wretched things happening. Even counting seemingly inconsequential bad deeds that tear into us.
This year is almost over---crazy. Asinine. I'm glad, I'm ready to keep moving on with my life and such. And I'm so done with dorm life. I feel like I will feel so much more sophisticated in the apartments next year. And as a whole, things will be more serene. Everyone will have their own room. So that's blissful. Everyone is very much looking forward to that, I think it's safe to assume!
This summer will be graaaaand (Holden Caulfield's least favorite word. 'Cuz it's phony. I ardently agree) because I will ideally be working as a camp counselor. Which obscenely trumps lifeguarding and even swim lessons. Though if I don't get enough hours for camps I will sign on for lessons. And hopefully continue tutoring---as a volunteer. Got to keep padding my resume! A necessity, especially when you're entering a profession in which it's ridiculously arduous journey to get hired.
Well, let's hope I can get published in that case. And that I do indeed get a gig in West Hollywood. Something. The unpredictable nature of life terrifies me, dreadfully. However, isn't that supposed to be the fun of it all? The spontaneity. It's a very Taoist way of life.
I suppose in this aspect, I AM following the Way.
Speaking of which...Yin and Yang. Don't you think that's applicable to the whole "opposites attract" notion? I think so. Undeniably.
If you and someone are too similar you are bound to clash, at least a little bit. If you are too different, that may not work well either. Take, for instance, me and my roommate from last year. She perpetually had a stick up her ass and couldn't smile or laugh if her life depended on it. And was anti-partying and alcohol, you get the picture. Your average prude, goody goody cliche. To the max. Me on the other hand was apeshit nuts of course. I partied, drank was loud, messy, absentminded, scatterbrained. She was, of course, as neat as a pin.
We clashed like the Greeks and the Trojans.
It's funny though, we had commonalities. We both adored "Gone with the Wind."
She was from a po-dunk town in Indiana though, very sheltered, while I was pretty damn flamboyant and wild in comparison, even though I don't exactly fit those descriptions.
She thought I was some scaryass city slicker. Hardly. I'm from the suburbs.
Anyway, it's funny you never real know till you meet someone, or rather, get to know them well. Because we were friends at one point, believe it or not.
Then she found I wasn't her cup of tea and she wasn't MINE so we went our separate ways.
We lived in silence for the majority of the year, let's just put it that way. She complained bitterly of the awkwardness and tension of that, but hey whose fault was that?
I truly put forth an effort. I did want to befriend her.
I will befriend anyone who likes to spend time with me, honestly.
I don't care if you're an oddball, I consider that a plus. (Sidenote: I am one too.)
Oddballs=characters.
Anyway I don't know where on Earth I'm going with this diatribe...so many tangents...galore! I had a point to this opus, but alas, it is lost.
I'll figure something out.
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