poo

I’m under the impression that most students that go to a school like vanderbilt are sheltered creatures with little life experience outside their highschool classrooms and after school activites. i imagine most of them led relatively secluded lives with relatively few friends in highschool (gross generalization). they excel in their studies because, well, they have nothing else to do. they probably went to school, went to sports practice or instrumental lessons, came home to study, flipped on their favorite tv series, and went to bed only to repeat the next day. I mean, I really can’t imagine these kids leading spectacularly fascinating lives. Not by my standards anyway.

I meet students that have never had alcohol. Who’ve never had sex. Who’ve never smoked weed, or seen it… or any drug for that matter (I am not saying these things are fascinating… I will say that people with these experiences tend to have extra baggage… which is fascinating to some degree). A few have traveled with their youth groups… others with their families to exotic locations in the pacific or classy european or Mediterranean destinations. god. I feel so soiled around them. I feel guilty for not getting more excited about getting drunk at midnight… or hooking up with random girls… or hitting up exciting parties. I am always on the fence about whether these activities should excite me nowadays. I just think about my youth and the frenzy of social blitzes involving sex drugs and alcohol. i mean… words can’t really describe the amount of bacchanal activities I packed into three years of high school and two years floating around afterwards. and you know… its not even the parties and girls and illegal mischief. It includes the simple dating scenes. The relationships. The crazy girls, the hippy girls, the clingy girls, the dreamy girls, the booty calls, the clubs, the road trips, working full time, slinging, etc etc.

I dunno.

i feel like a terd.