I know who I am.
It's a good feeling, too. For the past month, I have had absolutely no idea of how I fit into the reality that I somehow found myself in. I do now though.
I'm graduating college in a little less than 50 days (46 to be specific) and it's great. I passed my thesis defense on Friday. I was sick on Thursday. I drank myself silly on Wednesday. I guess you could say this wasn't a typical week in college, yet still climatic in more ways than one. The events that panned out were stressful, exciting, educational, and experimental. I don't know if those are the best adjectives but they are the first four that come to my mind. I took many chances, lived on the edge, and acted extremely immature while realizing something very mature. I think the battle between immaturity and maturity is a constant event lately. I want to be stupid and I want to be smart. I know how to make the right decisions but I definitely know how to stray from the righteous path. I feel like I found an interesting trail this week that I want to follow but I'm not sure how to do so. I also don't want a ridiculous bout of immaturity to shed on what matters.
That probably made no sense.
I'm curious what initiates an emotional attachment to something or someone. Is it the first time you meet? Honestly, that's probably the right answer. Maybe it's the first time you touch. But you can be emotionally attached to people you have never touched. Well, maybe you can't be. I'm not sure. I want to understand this. This week I realized how great physical touch is and how harmful it can be. It is entirely distracting from everything else. I don't understand this and I want to. I think that's it for now.
