The Everwhat
My allergies caught me by surprise. They shouldn’t have, since they come at about the same time every year, but that’s the kicker… they come at ALMOST the exact same time every year. They seem to wait one extra week each year, just long enough for me to think “hey! maybe I won’t get them this year!” Then BOOM.
It’s funny not knowing who reads your blog. Whether you want/mean to or not, you tend to tailor your blog for a specific audience. That is, I won’t write about people or situations here if I think it’s possible that they might be reading the blog. This seems to defeat the purpose of the blog in the online “journal” sense. But then again, I never really looked at this as a journal or diary. I look at it more as a place for me to say things publicly that I wished I had gotten to say during the day. Stuff that would have come up in conversation if I had had one or two more.
I think everyone knows what someone is feeling when they say “whatever.” Like a small concession, or a small cry of apathy, “whatever” is the universal indicator that you just don’t care… or maybe you just don’t feel like explaining yourself. Either way, I’d say it sums up a type of mood that we all drift in and out of every once in a while. When this mood lasts longer than normal, I have dubbed this the “Everwhat”. So if you find yourself saying whatever more frequently that normal, consider yourself in the “Everwhat.” The Everwhat can be an ok place actually, especially once you get used to it.
I really don’t want to graduate. I mean, I want to be done with school etc etc, I just don’t want to logistically graduate. I don’t want to go to barbecues, dinners, and parties in giant tents. I don’t want to have the same conversation 3,000 times. I wish they could just mail me my diploma and maybe give me a thumbs up and then be done with it. This sounds very depressing…and I’m not sure why I feel that way…but I do. Maybe a large reason for it is because I feel, in a lot of ways, that I have already graduated. Mentally, where I’m at, is graduated. I am “past” being in school, done with that whole thing I think. ( A lot of this has to do with my chosen profession of music (or graphic design), where I am already part of the workforce so to speak. ) Who knows, I’m sure it will actually be a lot of fun, but kind of like how you don’t have birthday balloons at your parties when your older…I don’t want to have “balloons” when I graduate.
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