Saturday, 11 July 2009

• my old way of blogging

  Welcome to life.

  -I feel alive, yet in a haze of sorts. The sort of haze you find yourself in when analyzing 1984 or Brave New World, or The Quiet American, attempting to squeeze another 4 pages at the end of your 2. The haze where nothing is real, yet you wonder if this is what life is like, and if you’re to analyze it as you would those marvelous pieces of literature. I’m leaving all I’ve really known in 39 days. Time to know more.

   

  I’ll introduce myself to roommates, either rejoice or mourn at the amount of units I’ll be forced to pass this fall, and begin some overwhelming spirit for my dorm of residency Friday. I know this is real, partly because I’m reminded of my future departure 3 times daily, and that I’m a being who understands the concept of a calendar.

   

  I know who I want to be. I want to avoid cliché suburban life. No routine, please. Adventure, dependent on God, yes, please. I want to consider the Peace Corps or something similar. I want to serve others, including being a therapist. I’d love to help people. With a job like that, how could I complain?

   

  Lately I’ve been lying on my bed with books and a vitamin water (today’s flavor being tropical citrus). This months books: The Slaughterhouse Five, Through Painted Deserts, Nine Stories, Franny and Zoey. I’ve started all but the last. They say “what comes into a mind goes out in a life”. It’s quite true with books for me. I tend to think how I think it thinks.

   

   

  Love

  -I love loving. This past month I’ve not just loved my friends (how I always have), but I’ve become IN love with them. The satisfaction brings peace. Some say one shouldn’t date until they’re satisfied with being single. I agree, and can now say I am. It’s one thing to know you’re friends will always be there and you will for them, but it’s quite different post decision of your strong desire to always be there for them. Desiring to be the one they come to, because you know you won’t ever let go. I love this reality. And it’s lovely to feel full just in the presence of friends.

   

  Back to being single. I’m 17, no need for me dating. End of single topic.

  • 6:30 PM
  • 20 Views
  • 4 eProps
  • 3 Comments