It's May--soon everyone will be done with their first year of college. They'll come home (or not), I'll give them a big hug and within minutes it will be painfully obvious that the whole world has gone on without me. Everyone has gone off to college, learned new things about themselves, become new people. And then there's me, back here, the same as I always was.
Maybe I should've gone to school far away, declared a more interesting major, gotten drunk, had some sex, travelled, struck up a conversation with more strangers, listened to music I don't like, joined a club, volunteered, gone to a frat party or whatever it is people do to go find themselves in college.
But I have a sneaking suspicion that I don't have another "self" to go discover. I have a feeling that I'm it, plain and vulnerable to be overlooked for the rest of my life.
It's amazing to be able to feel so unoriginal and yet so weird at the same moment.
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