i assume everyone hates me until they actually tell me that they like/love me and then i still think they hate me
So a precursor to this post is that I’m listening to “Somebody that I used to know” and whatever songs Pandora tells me are similar to it. Setting the mood or causing the mood?
Now that my freshman year is almost over (ahhhh moving out May 7th!) I’ve obviously been reflecting back on the year as a whole. It’s been a lot of ups and downs with classes, getting used to campus life, but most of all friends. Ugh that silly word. “friends.”
Coming to school everyone tells you how it’s going to be the “the best four years of your life.” And while it might have been for them it’s a lot of expectation to live up to. How do you know if they’re the best four years if you’re living them right now? It sure doesn’t feel like they’re going to be the best years of my life. But who knows. Retrospectively everything is different. I guess.
Whenever I start feeling something like this, helpless or whatever, I remember watching Midnight in Paris and Owen Wilson’s final monologue in which he says “That’s what the present is. It’s a little unsatisfying because life is unsatisfying.”
People are disappointing. Life is a little disapointing. But we all keep trucking because what do we have if we don’t?