By the second week of moving back home, those unhealthy cravings have quieted. By the second month, you don’t even remember what Chipotle tastes like.
We listen to the rapid-fire conversation you are having with your mom or best friend. We store this information for times when we are lacking in our own experiences. We need our coffee.
It’s a way to test relationships, and a way to make room for new ones. It’s what releases the big cry or the force behind a life-changing decision. At points, the weight makes it hard to breathe. But it isn’t in our nature to suffocate.
Since I began my final year at university, the question, “Do you know what you’re doing when you graduate,” has haunted my nightmares.
Why me? What made me so special that night? It had to have been my innocence; I was a conquest. I was attractive enough for you to cheat on her. You saw me and had to have me. Right?