Hello, bloggerverse! Happy 22nd birthday to my bestie/roommate, Lori!!!
I've been doing some interesting reading at Facebook today. In a small town near mine, apparently some drama has broken out. Something about someone being on drugs, and they'll "always be messed up", and someone's uncle getting threatened, and "all this over a stupid cell phone," and "back off my family or there's gonna be TROUBLE!!!" and "I ain't talking bout Ralph."
That sort of thing.
It's something that my ex and his mom do too. Sitting around, talking about whose family did what, and where this person ended up, and how that person's working for his grandpa at the insurance place now, and that girl had a baby, and this girl didn't have her baby...it never ends. And a girl I knew from high school, that has the same job now, at twenty-two and not attending classes, trade school, or enlisted in the armed forces, that she did when she was fifteen. And I wonder if I should feel bad about wanting something more.
I don't want to sound snooty. Lots of people I know and love do this. But I want my life to be...more. I want to go somewhere where they don't know me, and find out what someone else's life is like. Someone in Seattle, or Ann Arbor, or Norfolk. I don't want to be the one telling all the stories - I want to be the subject. I want to be proud to be the one they talk about - because hey, they can't talk about you if you aren't doing anything.
Not that I live in a bad area, by any means. It's quaint, and several of the school districts are good, and there's a lot of family here. But not before I've experienced Washington...as far away from Forks as possible.
Ah, back to the biochemistry. First exam of the semester in six hours. And so, bloggerverse, I bid you adieu. We shall meet again soon.
~Kassius~
