When we met, you were a less mature version of yourself for sure, but you were also completely someone else. You liked to cook, relax, and play guitar. You smiled a lot, you had cute goofy hair, and you were always late to class. I liked your carefree attitude and the way you had a natural wonder about the universe that felt authentic. Happy, offbeat vibes for sure.
Today, you scream and flip out on me if we are late to whatever because you don't want to look bad, and the way you count seconds gives me anxiety attacks. You have the fulltime job with the fulltime responsibilities, but you zap the joy out of everything that isn't a job anymore. Your smile no longer brightens a room or the mood for that matter, and I can't say I dig the clothes that reek with insecurity. You now only like science when it can help fill voids in your strategic and staged conversations- when you watch bits and pieces
written 7/25/18
written 7/25/18
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