I choose you, Pikachu!

Written while listening to The Boss.

For how much I enjoy writing, I sure do suck at keeping up with a blog. And it's not that I have nothing to say; I think my problem is that I'm too vain to post something that I don't think exemplifies either profundity or comic genius. However, saying that is a dangerous thing, because in no way do I believe that my previous posts have accomplished those. Therefore, I have resolved that if I am to have a blog, I shall no longer neglect it, and will post at least once a week regardless of it's literary merit.

Something that I like about college, is it transcends high school and middle school in a way that takes people back to elementary school. People recognize that the games we played, shows we watched, and comics we read, were actually some pretty good shit. I could safely say that most people in my dorm with be more than cool if I decided it was time to prance around in a power rangers outfit.

6-12th grades seem to be centered on shrugging off all of those things that you loved just years before; proving that you are no longer young enough to share in those same interests. Interesting that college, a place in which we are separated from parents and past friends, would allow us to regain our childhood in such a radical way. If anything, I would guess that college would cause more insecurity than less. Though, far from an expert, I'm kinda dumb about that kind of social hypothesis.

Despite the reasoning (probably having something to do with people actually maturing), I love how college is more accepting, and even encouraging of those who walk around with teddy bears and a blanket worn as a cape. Okay, maybe that was just me doing that, but still.

For the reals though, when I go to the dining hall, my friend has his octopus teddy sitting in his pocket and a bright yellow full length rain jacket on, and then goes to sit with a big table of friends who don't think a thing of it, and if anything are jealous. I know I am. I mean, an octopus teddy?!?

Mortification seemed to define junior high years for me, and I'm glad to see that instead of just "growing out" of that awkwardness, college can allow you to return to where you did find your happiness and acceptance with friends.

I'm off to grab my blanket, "Fluffy."