I've returned to Wartburg, and the first day of the semester commenced. After doing about a third of the readings due on Wednesday, I took a well-deserved break and have realized exactly how much I missed my friends over break.
Don't get me wrong, I too remember the post over Thanksgiving break. "There's no men's hallway in my house! I can't go on!" But now I really and truly understand just how important everyone is to me, and how great it is we all live on the same floor. I can't imagine how people feel who don't like their roommate, or never hang out with anyone. It would be so lonely and sad all the time!
Other things I've realized include my inability to comfort people. I am not a comforting person. In no way. I'm the kind of person you go to to distract from your problems, not to discuss them. Sure, I can pass out thoughtful advice as well as the next guy, but any more than that is a bit much for me. The thing I really don't get though is why I can't. When I have a problem I don't just go retreat to a corner, I always want to talk to someone about it. Why can't I use this same logic on other people? "What would I want someone to do for me right now?" Honestly, put on the spot, in the moment of crisis, I can't come up with anything. I couldn't, for the life of me, tell you what I should do in that situation. I couldn't even tell you what other people would do for me.
Happier topic: I have begun my essays about Things I'm Dubious About. So far there's only two entries. I figure, if every time I feel myself getting dubious about things I write it down, then at the end of the year I'll have a bunch of little paragraphs that I can smush together under headings and have an actual legit document of dubiousness.
Scarier topic: band. That's all I have to say about it.
I don't have class tomorrow, so I plan to actually do the rest of my readings, make my flashcards, and maybe.... eat some oatmeal. Aight.
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