just experienced a major undergraduate flashback: 2pm in oakland and i'm finished with my classes for the week. outside it smells of a new spring but the air is heavy with rain. my roommate karen slides into the room while a scratched record spins:
it's a terrible shame that you can't go back. in college i lacked confidence. i declined several salacious but nonetheless valid opportunities because i worried about other people's notions of right and wrong. i ruined a couple good relationships due to wanderlust and cheap, readily available alcohol. and remained in a couple terrible situations much longer than i should have for the same reasons. nowadays i'm old enough to know better but too far along to change some things. maybe in the next world.
"i dreamt about you last night
and i fell out of bed twice
you can pin me and mount me like a butterfly
but take me to the haven of your bed
was something that you never said
two lumps, please
you're the bee's knees, but so am i"
it's a terrible shame that you can't go back. in college i lacked confidence. i declined several salacious but nonetheless valid opportunities because i worried about other people's notions of right and wrong. i ruined a couple good relationships due to wanderlust and cheap, readily available alcohol. and remained in a couple terrible situations much longer than i should have for the same reasons. nowadays i'm old enough to know better but too far along to change some things. maybe in the next world.
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