Everywhere for Nothing.

I spoke with the USMC boy, he said that I've always been right, about him, us, the world. His anger management counselor showed him a power-point, the visualization helped more in just a few moments than I was able to get through to him in over a year. utter failure. I told him I'm, "okay." and, I am.

I'm turning into the person I used to be. happy, excited for life, friends and family. I'm the guy who meets his friends for a two-hour-coffee-talk about nothing at all, except that the world is a cesspool and we're trying to wade our way through it all, without slipping and being submerged.

I don't know if I'm just socially awkward, or socially handicapped in a much more serious way.. but, I'm enjoying life and all of the embarressing, heart-crushingly awkward moments along the way. Maybe it has to do with my blindness of pop culture. Maybe it's that I'm too self-absorbed to look and see what the rest of the world is doing for fun. But, I guess I've never been partial to spending more time picking out clothes than eating, and I'll never be fond of stabbings, shootings, or rapings.

On a bus to nowhere, meeting a boy for pitas and Matt White. It's Thursday. I'm not going to classes tomorrow, because I'm spending my night in a room where I'm told I may be peed on, also because I decided that $52 and 12 hours of travelling time is worth good company and a better party in Virginia. I almost don't recognize myself, I have a life. This is college.