It’s not you, it’s me.
I’ve been negligent.
I haven’t been writing everyday (and by everyday I mean three days per week).
I haven’t been exciting, or at least I haven’t provided you with enough interesting content to sustain you.
I haven’t been changing things up (If I write one more post about what’s going on in Gannett on Thursday…).
I haven’t been the person I promised you I would be when I took the Skidmore Unofficial Oath: to write, whether satirically or otherwise, but more importantly, to write well. The Lord said write for Skidmore Unofficial and I did. Kind of.
Second semester senior year is confusing, bewildering, fun, existential, alcohol-induced, scary, weird, anxiety-ridden, exciting, etc, etc.
On one hand, I want to get the hell out of our little corner of the universe (that’s Saratoga Springs) and be that dick who moves to Brooklyn. I want to tell people that I’m having the time of my life when really I’m just hanging with people from Wesleyan, Kenyon, et al. I want to question my existence and tell people I’m doing so. I want to consider moving upstate to “make art.”
On the other hand, I want to float naked on a giant swan raft in Haupt Pond and film it with a hand-held camera. I want to hold hands and cry with Robin Adams at his weird stand up desk while looking at pictures of bulldog puppies. I want to buy Glotzbach a new Chrysler (you get a car! you get a car!). I want Bob to tell me one more time what’s wrong with my iPhone. I want to have sex in every study carrel of the Lucy Scribner Library and maybe, for the first time, read a periodical. I want my advisor to pat me on the head and tell me, “Never graduate.”
And on the other, other hand, I want to run straight back into my mother’s womb.
But I’m not doing any of that. I’m currently avoiding my parent’s phone calls and eating Frosted Flakes in bed while wondering if DH Lawrence was right about women.
However, before I fold into my future (or roll back into my past), I need to get back to you.
Here’s to a better semester. And please hold me, us to it.