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So, I found out that I haven't posted in months, maybe even in a year. Radio silence: not unexpected amidst all the scholarship applications and senior year errands. However, there is something missing when I don't sit down to think about what I'm thinking about. Something that should be experienced just flies by on fast forward.
I think it's my set of feelings. It's like feeling stubble on your face, in public, after an uneventful morning routine - you've forgotten to do something.
I've forgotten how to feel: to laugh fully, to be rightly angry, to evaluate things. Maybe it's a page too many of Rand and Dostoevsky and forced analysis of significance in plots. Maybe it's one essay too much of "why should we [enter name of university] select you as one of our students? describe your thought process to us." Maybe we're all aiming so high so much of the time that we've forgotten to cease fire. Being tired is one way to do this. ... I don't know...
I think most of us feel this in some way. When tired people write, the whole world can tell.
But I think I get it now. I know what I need. And it hasn't anything to do with a girlfriend.
