Thursday, October 25, 2012

a study of nostalgia

So, I was tooling around on the internet (as I am wont to do) after a long thirteen hour plus day and I stumbled into my old blog. This one here that I used to be quite passionate about. Or at least I wanted to be. And I read the label description and realized it said I was just a nineteen-year-old girl, blah, blah, blah. And I sat and I thought and went my god remember when you were nineteen?

I'm no longer nineteen. I'm twenty-one and graduating college and my whole life is expanding into something I don't quite understand yet. But I am looking forward to figuring it out.

So often I have nothing or very little to say or contribute. I am a listener. I like to hear people talk and consider their words before adding my own. I worry that people might think less of me because it takes me a long while to come up with something brilliant. Though I can immediately come up with some of the most amazing drivel. I love things too much not to. But then I think, what do I care? It might not matter so much, you know?

So this is me, checking in. This is my reminder that just because written proof of existence ceases, time doesn't stop.

Isn't that just the most pretentious bullshit you've ever heard? <3 p="p">
 -Jordan