Call(h)er

Dear Late Night Caller,

   Thank you for talking with me. Sometimes I don't realize the amount of weight I carry in my mind until someone asks me about it. Last night helped a lot. I usually dread Wednesdays due to the mass of classes and the long hours each one holds, but I woke up a little better today knowing that it's not just me who's finding the college thing...less than what was expected. It's good to know you can move around like a little monopoly piece until contentedness cuddles up warm in your lap. It's good to know that despite the waves of shit that whirl and roll through our every days, we'll be here. We'll endure it until something else comes along and picks us up in an "A-Ha!" moment. It's good to know that you have me figured out and I have you figured out at a comfortable point of reference. It's nice to know that someone sees the other side of societal necessity, the kind that is interaction, progression, and independence aside from the ho-hum plan of school, school, school, college, school, save, save, live at home, save, move etc...I'm happy to know that we won't judge each others' views on our standing points in life, that it's okay not feel sociable all the time, to take pictures of how great this college thing is, to party, to date around, to hook-up. I'm glad we find solitude and companionship to be complimenting aspects that distance themselves in friendly manners. You make me feel like all the uncertain paraphernalia that floats like a flooded room in my head will at some point settle into the wet carpet and form a life. You make me feel like it will all be okay. It's sounding corny now, but that's what it is, cut  and dry.  I guess what it is, is that I miss everything that was, but together I think we'll be like two drunk vikings and hike through this voyage of a thing we call life. We'll do it our way, and we'll have to do it separately, but we'll still be going on together. Tusen takk.