I love my life.
Despite being a drunken buffoon last night and making a fool of myself, i had a great time and don’t feel embarrassed. Don’t care neither. My life is awesome. Relentlessly so.
I was chatting with some girl a few days ago who was so glad that college is over. I mean, i’m glad, too, in a sense. Academics, that part of college life is dreadful and i hated it and i’m glad to be done with it. But the rest, the college lifestyle, man, i never want to give that up. Being reckless, irresponsible, dodging death, surviving, but only just. Even the poverty, it’s not so bad because it’s all so worth it. Every minute, every missed meal, every dollars spent on beer instead of bread. The days you go without just so you can party right. There’s really nothing quite like this. Especially because this kind of behavior is not only tolerated and put up with: it’s expected.
Though, my life will probably continue as such because i’m perpetual Pan, never to grow up or even bother to age.