You’re probably wondering how I’m doing. Others among you are probably wondering why I haven’t been funny in a while. Well, I’ve been montaging is why. Study, work, bike, class, work, stand in line, study, class, give a presentation for some bullshit class, dance poorly, eat, give another presentation for a class that actually isn’t bullshit, study, sell t-shirts, eat burger, sleep, laugh at a tumblr full of gifs of bunnies being petted.
You probably didn’t want to hear all that. That and I’m entitled to my own privacy, right? (No, I’m not. I signed that away with that… stuff… I did last semester.) Well, whatever; I hesitated to post all this time because I am not the high school Tommy that I got so used to and that the Finite remembers.
Like how there’s a lot of age denialism going on here. Looking back it was quite extensive all throughout my adolescence. I mean of course, the refusal to grow up and conform to “grownup” behaviors. I hated formalwear, pointless traditions and pomp, and driving. Because there was no epiphany. There was not a moment when I realized I was mature enough to be responsible for things. I had two freezie pops for breakfast brunch yesterday, yet now I am responsible for people’s well-being?
When did it get so easy to fake it? Please, somebody stop me!
So I guess that’s how a person acts when they have no self-esteem. Well, screw that. Being an adult means believing in yourself enough to take action, risk rejection, and admit that bunny gif tumblrs are the only thing that gets you through the day.
So let’s all welcome ourselves back to The Finite.
Welcome back. I missed your writing.
Me, too.