Man-Child

So this whole thing is why I can't be an adult.

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-ill-never-be-adult.html

Summer

So I have a love/hate relationship with July. On the one hand, July has Independence Day, THE summer holiday. It's sunny, hot, and filled with the images of beaches, barbecues, and fun. On the other hand, by the middle of the month, the back to school ads and commercials roll out. The images of kids jumping into the pool are replaced by pretend smiles on kids in new clothes standing by lockers, looking as excited as if they just won a puppy in a candy-eating contest. You know what I say to that?

Bullshit. Bull-oney. Horse apples. Horse hockey. Oh crap.

These ads love to remind us that our time of fun and relaxation is going to end sooner rather than later. We'll be back to the books in a blink of an eye, with memories of getting sunburned at the beach or riding roller coasters just a thing of the past. This irritation I have stems back to childhood. I never liked school, much like EVERY OTHER KID IN THE WORLD. It takes up our time. We meet lots of friends, but we also have all of that work to do. And having 3 months of break suddenly end is like a blast of cold water to the face. It sucks.

I thought this annoyance would end when I got to college. Nope. Don't get me wrong, college is awesome, and lots of the people you meet are rad. But still, having to go back to having a schedule and responsibilities like that blows. So when I see people say how excited they are to go back, I totally get that. I kind of feel that way too, but I just wish I had more time to bask in the freedom from responsibility that we call summer break.

Oops

So I apparently didn't update this little old blog throughout June. My bad. It's funny how busy you get when you're not doing anything at all. Also, there was the tail end of summer classes to grapple with, so you'll have to forgive me for that one. Anyway, this last month has been kind of surreal. Life has been throwing a lot of punches my way lately, but I don't know if it's because I've become more cynical or just developed a shield against constant awfulness, but it hasn't gotten me down as much as it should have. I've been what I could pretty much describe as content, which is an emotion that doesn't often come my way. Except when I think of Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Petty and spoiled as it sounds, I feel annoyed and jealous whenever I hear about someone going. I guess it's because I remember feeling so excited when I first heard one morning that they were building it at my favorite theme park. Up until it opened, it seemed that going the day it opened was a given, despite my family's financial difficulties. It seemed like a rude awakening when I found myself at home while the stars of the HP series were at the opening, which I had naively assumed I too would be at. It sounds so stupid writing this. But since when are emotions rational? Whenever I hear that someone is going, and how excited they are, and I'm stuck at home, it feels like I've been robbed. That it's just one addition to the troubles my family has gone through. How petty.

I've had the house to myself these past few days, and it's been very pleasant. Do I like it when my dad comes by to visit? Sure. But I really like having the opportunity to just take care of myself and not have to worry about anyone else. It's quiet here. But not that awkward, creepy silence you sometimes find in an empty house. It's a calming one, with the sound of a breeze or birds coming from the outside. I like this feeling. I wish I felt this way all the time.