Here I am, talking about college again! What to do, friends, I can only talk about the tedious realities of my mundane life, and college falls under this broad, broad subject. Today, I speak specifically of college friendships - a concept that has been eating at my brain since the fateful day on which I had my interview; the interview at which I saw all sorts of stunning creatures who were potential (but unlikely) friends. Making friends is a nervous and awkward procedure, even more so when your mother is hovering around in a manner akin to one of those small, busy, black ants.
Regardless, some vague conversations were had (with more parents than their children), leading me further down the path towards the fretful jungle of new friendships.
I thought the end game was to make more friends, all as excellent as the ones I have now - ones I could talk to unabashedly about my smelly armpits; ones who were as interested in ideal discussions of the intellectual kind as I was. It's possible, over the course of three years, that I will find somebody or the other who fits the bill. Possible, but unlikely; and being the practical girl I am, instead of mooning, I have come to appreciate the importance of acquaintances. People I know, and with whom I can have reasonably weighty conversations (about more than just the weather or the work that we've been assigned) are very important.
I have, so far, foolishly been sidetracked by the need to seek approval from my existing friends - the excellent ones, who are familiar with darker things than the nooks of my smelly pits; for with their approval came the success of The Vegas Plan.
However, it's more than just The Vegas Plan - take The Vegas Plan as a representation of all the ideals that you idly think up, but that end up influencing your every thought. In this case, these cruel ideals made me look at all my potential friends from a distance; coldly, calculatingly. I still do this sometimes, but I think that's something we all do, that we can't help doing, and also because I'm still curious - will any of those ideal, Vegas-worthy friendships pop up?
I don't mind that too much, however. The people I've met in college are far too warm, far too human, that my unnecessary defences are stripped away. They're all interesting and brilliant in their own way, and while they may not be everything, they sure are something!
That's a lot, and that's enough. I am happy.
Regardless, some vague conversations were had (with more parents than their children), leading me further down the path towards the fretful jungle of new friendships.
I thought the end game was to make more friends, all as excellent as the ones I have now - ones I could talk to unabashedly about my smelly armpits; ones who were as interested in ideal discussions of the intellectual kind as I was. It's possible, over the course of three years, that I will find somebody or the other who fits the bill. Possible, but unlikely; and being the practical girl I am, instead of mooning, I have come to appreciate the importance of acquaintances. People I know, and with whom I can have reasonably weighty conversations (about more than just the weather or the work that we've been assigned) are very important.
I have, so far, foolishly been sidetracked by the need to seek approval from my existing friends - the excellent ones, who are familiar with darker things than the nooks of my smelly pits; for with their approval came the success of The Vegas Plan.
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However, it's more than just The Vegas Plan - take The Vegas Plan as a representation of all the ideals that you idly think up, but that end up influencing your every thought. In this case, these cruel ideals made me look at all my potential friends from a distance; coldly, calculatingly. I still do this sometimes, but I think that's something we all do, that we can't help doing, and also because I'm still curious - will any of those ideal, Vegas-worthy friendships pop up?
I don't mind that too much, however. The people I've met in college are far too warm, far too human, that my unnecessary defences are stripped away. They're all interesting and brilliant in their own way, and while they may not be everything, they sure are something!
That's a lot, and that's enough. I am happy.
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