Can be wonderful.
I really enjoy being trapped inside, because it forces me to buckle down and do things, or seriously consider buckling down and doing things. I like that I don’t have to feel worthless for staying horizontal in bed all day.
For example, yesterday I watched about four hours of online television. I also took my clothes out of my suitcase and put them in the drawer. I didn’t have to think, maybe I should go out and see the sun, or, maybe I should run errands, or maybe I should eat food that isn’t delivery chinese. It’s liberating. I should live every day like it’s a rainy day: guilt free and self-indulgent.
At the same time, it hasn’t even been 24 hours of my indoors marathon and my body is already going into vitamin D withdrawal and is confused about my immobility.
great new talent
I made my bed. And I set up my bookcase with the help of some trusty friends.
And so begins my senior year. I am so old. Today I looked around at all the bright-eyed, impressional, eager, and energetic freshman. So the opposite of me. And I felt old.
Now I’m getting all emotional. Do I really have to go back to school?
Unfortunately, on Friday I have to go back to getting an education, which means I’ll be leaving my temporary stint at Fresh Air. It has been such a wonderful past few weeks helping out at such a wonderful show with such a wonderful group of people. I wish my vocabulary were more sophisticated so I could express this better. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it was a wonderful experience.
Important things I’ve learned:
- The Internet is full of false information.
- Donuts are delicious and should be eaten at all costs.
- Bosses can be wonderful.
- I can’t sit in a chair for more than an hour.
- There are many religious fanatics in America.
- A lot of people write books, and a lot of them are bad.
- The people at Fresh Air are unbelievably talented at what they do.
- I want a donut now.
Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it’s not like this, compulsive, need, to be liked. Like my need to be praised.