Home

After just short of two months away at school, my best friend and I returned home for a weekend. It isn't over yet, but I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. My family loves me and I know that, I have a few good friends still here. Its not that I didn't want to come home, its that today I'm revisiting a past self that I've wanted to disassociate myself from. I felt like sleeping in my own bed last night turned back time two months and I'm still a high school graduate wondering what college life is like. I feel so dynamic and my location feels equally dynamic. I know this sounds pretentious, but it really is what I feel. I know that college life still includes time spent at home, but part of me doesn't want that, probably because I almost feel like my own person now.

Matter Of Belief

I hear the phrase "I don't believe in global warming" from time to time and it has a tendency to grind my gears. Look, I understand how you don't want to be independent of foreign sources of oil and you don't want to tax industries that pump shit into our lungs, but to simply deny that humans have had any effect on our environment is a very naive way to go about opposition to logic. Perhaps it has something to do with the Los Angeles and Mexico City pollution clouds not venturing to Iowa or rising sea levels not affecting our relationship with the ocean a thousand miles away. I suppose they can back up their ignorance, but out of that same ignorance comes their lack of a right to claim knowledge of the status of global ecosystem.