Since It's Over?

"Man, fuck school! I knew what I was about and I wasn't gonna let society dictate my life!" Okay, I'm indulging a bit. But seriously, high school's most important role in actually educating me was what it taught me about what I would invariably get outside of school. The exact same things! What is the difference between the things we concern ourselves with now verses when we were popping zits, and worrying about where to sit at lunch? The differing factors are merely aesthetic.The consistencies are quiet remarkable if one is inclined to to parallel. Who's wearing what, who's dating who, who's failing, and who's NOT enjoying that that person is failing?!

It is all so predictable that it actually borders on banal. Even our most esteemed human institutions fail to escape these trappings. Public office for example has deteriorated into a less entertaining version of advanced debate 101. Our current President has the swagger of a failed porn star, and the attention span of a video game junkie. All the while carrying himself in the manner of the school bully who lacks terminally in self confidence therefore over compensating by beating up on the kids with different skin color and funny hats.

I guess I sound pretty much like the unpopular loser kid who did well in her studies and is deeply resentful at society for not allowing me to be popular. The funny thing is, is that I wasn't the most popular, but I wasn't the least popular either. I went to SOME school activities but not all. I knew everyone but was only close with about four or five people. I did well in my studies, some places better than others but wasn't considered "brainy". In a lot of ways I guess I was just oing through the motions. Having a great time as anyone in High School should. But I guess I may have stumbled onto something around my seventeenth birthday. I realized these WEREN'T the best days of my life. And I wasn't in any hurry to make them so. I had patience. Maybe even foresight. I knew that if I finished this, my "debt to society" as it were, I wouldn't regret any of my decisions I made thereafter. Sounds fucking corny if you ask me. But who's asking?
I don't want this to sound like an endorsement for "Staying in School"; by all means, tune in, turn on, and drop out. But know that anyone who tells you that things change once you finish school are liars!

Why write about this? aren't I merely stating the obvious? After all, we do know how small and predictable humans are, and to spend twenty minutes writing about it is indeed calling the kettle black. But I guess my intentions, as always, are rooted in transcendece.