Going to a four-year school
Is it worth it? I keep feeling like university life to experience life on a level higher than I can even imagine
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Would I recommend going to a four-year college, particularly if it means moving out? Yes. It would be a change of pace and would afford you the opportunity to do all sorts of cool things and meet new people. But it's not going to enrich your life too much if you still look at social interaction as intrinsically threatening and doing new things as risky and forbidding.
Some social groups just regularly get together to play board games. Others dine together. Others have homework sessions together. Others just get together for coffee every so often. Others go to the gym to work out together. And so on.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Was it a nice part of New Jersey, a gross part, or pine barrens?
To be fair, some parts of NJ are really pretty and one of my favourite sushi restaurants is there but I'm not magically more enriched on an existential level by being within driving distance of the former New Sweden.
It's a state. It's not a simple question. And "cultural significance" only matters if you actually go places and do things. You could have a very enriching experience in Denver if you made an effort to look for stuff to do and people to hang out with and places to go, but instead you just envy other people and mope.
Also I sort of answered your question anyway.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I joke about being smug. The few opportunities I have to be genuinely snotty, I avoid, because there's a difference between the funny kind of faux-bravado and the demeaning, petty asshole kind.
And Jane lives an hour's bus ride from the nearest city, which is fucking Allentown. Denver has six times the population of Allentown.
This.
Fo' serious.
It could be anywhere. But part of the problem is that not merely do you seem endlessly preoccupied with this goal while not seeking to actually want to put yourself out there, but you don't seem to have much of a definition for "higher experience." It's just anybody doing things that you aren't doing—things that you quite often could be doing if you actually showed some initiative in the not-turning-into-a-troglodyte department.
Socialising is hard. I get that. But you seem intent on denying yourself the opportunity to have fun because you are afraid of making a fool of yourself or screwing up the experience. But screwing up and being foolish can be its own reward. It's no reason to let yourself languish, let alone bitch about how other people have more fun and deeper experiences than you.
This is specifically a reference to Thomas Ligotti's novella "The Last Feast of Harlequin". It makes sense in context.
My point exactly.
What the fuck is up with the buses where you are, anyway? People bitch about SEPTA but you can still get from Point A to Point B.
God, I take living so close to Philly for granted sometimes.
Now I did the math on this once, if I wanted to spend two hours in Tamaqua--the largest city I can get to in a reasonable amount of time from here by bus--I'd have to be gone that entire 6 to 6 period, and if I were to miss my bus back, well, hard luck.