The revolution starts in a sea of paper cups
I keep starting things with "hi from college" like I'm at summer camp, but that's not right, is it? Because this is basically permanent now. This is my life, and it's weird that it's not really feeling weird anymore. You know what else is weird? That it never feels like a week night here. It's really strange to be living with my friends. Also, I would like the weather to realize that it's fall soon.
I've been thinking a bit about families and differences and diversity in small ways and also big ways and about luck and privilege and opportunity and who I am and who I could've been had I been born somewhere else or to someone else or just been born someone else. Does that make any sense? Sometimes I get the feeling that I've gotten so twisted around inside my own head that I'm suddenly speaking a different language and that's why everyone is looking at me so strangely.
I just deleted someone on Facebook and I literally clicked "unfriend" and I would have felt slightly bad about it except after I clicked it I noticed that he's a Republican so, no remorse there.
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That all makes perfect sense, I think about that sometimes too. Like what would my life be like if I was born as one of my friends or what it would be like to live as someone else.
And high-five for unfriending Republicans.
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