Those who have known me the longest (which is mostly folks from high school as that was the first time I was immobile for an extended period of time) can testify: I can be ball-busting, intimidating, and exceptionally driven. It was not unusual to see me stomping around my high school campus because everyone sucked and I was so above spending nights getting drunk off of malt liquor at Nine Mile Hill.
But somewhere along my path I quieted this rage. I learned that it’s hard to coexist with people if they hate you. I learned it’s hard to find people to kiss when your face is permanently twisted into a scowl.
I’ve discovered that the end result of this squelching is passivity. This segues into an apparent indecisiveness, which is honestly disinterest; I don’t care what we do for dinner because it’s really just food at the end, I can’t be bothered to choose a movie to watch because I feel like I’ve seen them all before, I really don’t care if we go to that party because I’ve overheard the same people having the same boring conversation at the same parties I’ve been going to since I turned 15.
I’m a snob and a half. And as previously stated, I’ve been known to be intimidating and scary when I know what I want. So can these two traits coexist in one body?
My conclusion: Life really sucks when it’s mundane - particularly when you are driven to really do some awesome shit. I always thought this was a feeling my peers shared. After many sober and not sober discussions on the matter, it’s been clear that it isn’t. So in order to change my bored outlook on life and reignite my drive to actually do something rather than rot under flickering florescent lights and stale circulating air in an office, I’ve decided to kick my ass in gear.
I’m going back in time folks. Going back to school as the worlds oldest junior (trademark pending) will be weird. And even more odd is that I’m going back to school for my first love - journalism. And don’t be surprised if you happen to be at UW and see an old, greying woman shouting profanities at the whippersnappers and whispering dick and fart jokes to cute boys.
7 Responses to “Better known as DELAYED AWESOMENESS”
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Boys DO love the chicks who use vulgar language.. you go girl! Do what most of us hateful assholes cant: succeed! i look forward to hearing of your misadventures! Journalism eh?? What were you thinking of focusing on in the realm of journalism? or is that too focused yet?
Delayed awesomeness my ASS! You rock! In ever-boring sounding preumptiousness (is that even a word?), I’m proud of you. It’s wonderful what you are doing and don’t you worry, cause the “college world” needs someone like you. And who cares about the whippersnappers?!? I join in with Ludie: go kick assssssss!
“I wish I could go back to college, and find a message in dry erase pen…”. Seriously I want to go back for lots of things, expand my options and not be a one trick pony. I would LOVE to get a degree in photo journalism. Which begs the question, if you are going back for journalism will it be photo journalism or no?
Ludie: I so wish we were friends while we were in high school. We would have had a ridiculous amount of fun.
Ro: Do you mind if I print that out and put it on my bathroom mirror? You are always quick with the encouragement I need.
Shane: I’m not ruling it out, but I fear that if I started doing photo anything for a career it’d kill my passion for it. I’ll definitely take a few classes either way, but I’m focusing on print and graphic communication at this point. I’m open to that changing though.
thanks serene! let me tell you.. the sad truth is that had you have actually approached me in high school.. the mere prospect of a girl talking to me would have made me piss myself… so let us merely say that its great that we’re rad friends NOW! kudos to you again for your decision to “turn back time”…. god i hope Cher doesn’t sue me! then again, I’m not riding a 150mm gun when i say it…. ughh that sounded dirty.
I definitely know the Serene of which you speak. She intimidated the hell out of me back then. I think back on those days with fondness.
You learned a lot during your transition from that Serene to this Serene. Valuable lessons. Acquired behaviors both good and bad. Here’s what I think: I think you should take some of this Serene and some of that Serene and mix them together.
Smile while you wow them with your 100-miles-per-hour debater arguments. Share your dirty jokes with the girls, too. Hang on to that disinterest when it comes to the stupid shit (like whether or not that professor likes you). Remember that stale circulating air when you’re bored, sitting in a bullshit class that seems meaningless.
And, as has been said before, kick some assssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!
Print it, tattoo it on yo fine ass, do with it what you will. One promise (though you’ve done it already), should I need the same kind of encouragement, can you send it my way?
You still rock! Goooo Serene gooooo!