"I can count my great impacts (probably more appropriately worded 'influences') on people."
Notes to Self are longer journal entries from Seven Yrs Ago. I was 21 mid-2014.
As isolated as I imagined my life to be, I’ve realized today that despite the stretches of absence and irregular flow of people, I can count my great impacts (probably more appropriately worded “influences”) on people.
Mom + Dad — duh and cont.
Casey — capable of being loved
Dylan — capable of being sexy
Jason — capable of loving
Kira — capable of creativity
Ms. Evans — “probably gonna be a writer”
and of course the gracious gaggle of girlfriend geese that I’ve accumulated and learned so much from every day. And friends and lovers continuing. Damn.
Dr. M. was spot on too—we are, I am, a social creature. Even institutions
ALL — beginning of academic prowess?
SSA — that + I can totally have cool, popular friends
BASIS — real scholarship + work. Also weird, semi-fucked up people are the greatest
USC — to be continued…
For commentary seven years later, go here.