It’s a strange feeling when things start to make impacts on you. I’m sitting in the living room of the apartment listening to the beach boys. I just have this uncontrollable feeling of melancholy. It’s strange. I guess this past week was synonymous with life. It was Spring Break and I was stuck in town with crew practices. I remember on Monday taking to my friend Emily and being amazed that it was only Monday and that this beak would take forever. It’s now Sunday and I can’t remember where the time went. It’s an awful feeling to have an entire week blow past and not feel like anything was accomplished.
Another that is starting to dawn on me is that fact that I am now 21. 21 and week. I was in the store today buying two bottles of wine, and the checkout guy asked how I like being 21. It was the first time that anyway had asked that. It caught me off guard, and I said that it was all right. That it felt like nothing much had changed. The attendant said that’s how he felt about it too. His manager added that after 21 you wake up and in no time you’re 30. These words might be the most frightening things ever.
I feel like until you are 21 you are always looking forward to birthdays. That each year is a step closer to the attainment of some goal. I guess I finally reached the destination of my year gathering. Now I’m hear I just want to give them all back, and relive it again. Sadly I don’t think that’s how the system works. I’m left with an undeniable feeling of what now? I guess my next big life event will be the graduating of college, but truth be told I’m not looking forward to that as well.
Listen to the Beach Boys. I don’t care who you are Pet Sounds will love you. Brian Wilson at one time wanted to believe in the romantic ideals in this album. I want to believe them too.
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