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Premature maturity or something vaguely resembling it makes me philosophize too much for too long.
Maybe I’m crediting myself unfairly. It’s probably simply the tendency that comes with being a writer that makes me mentally wax on so much that I resemble a person-shaped candle by the end of the tangent.
At any rate, the most beautiful fireworks display I’ve witnessed in my life, marking the end of my stay here and many milestones– 1st? 25th? 50th? nth? reunions– and paid for with love, explosives, and alumni donations soared overhead half a mile in the distance, neatly framed by trees from where I stood leaning against a lamppost. After going dutifully through a checklist of reactions in my brain (curse my malfunctioning camera and subsequent inability to capture instances of this beauty? check. ponder how graduates are indoctrinated into making a big deal about reunions before they’ve scarcely left their dorms for the last time? check. marvel that I inadvertently took an opportunity to witness it at the closing of my first year? check.) I ran into the reluctant conclusion that wide-eyed joy was not natural to me when I was by myself.
Forwards and backwards, long and (very) short, I’m a people person. And this is bothersome because at this age, the people factor is still fleeting.
