Plans: 2013 in Review
While visiting a friend in Gainesville earlier this year, I found myself circled by many friends, old and new, around a table. Given that this was my first time in the city, I was fascinated by the bar we sat in filled with tons of twentysomethings I had never met before. Sitting there, laughing at whatever dumb joke was said, one of my friends and I caught eyes with a couple dancing to the live band playing. We weren’t looking at this couple because they were funny — in fact they were quite attractive and flirty — we were looking at them because they were so eloquent and careless. Dancing in a bar to a mediocre band, having nothing to show off but pure affection towards each other, this couple was causing my friend and I to practically drool while we stared. This couple was happy and on top of the world and goddammit it was one of the most beautiful things I witnessed this year.
2013, for me, has been a year of true wheel spinning. Unlike 2012, which was a year where things in my life transitioned towards interesting directions and opportunities (and when I began to write about my years in review, as if they were some television show), 2013 came in with destination only to become directionless early on. To summarize such a year would be excruciating because it’s hard to summarize an unexpected disappointment.
Unusual as it began, the odd year made me question myself and where I have been before. This was absolutely interesting to me during every late night spent either in bed or on the beach because the end of 2012 foreshadowed this tremendously, just outside of context. “Could there be progression after supposed closure?” it asked to me, without me entirely listening. Sadly I wasn’t involved in the posed question because I hadn’t stuck around long enough to hear the answer. I wish I had, looking back at things now within context. The fact that I had feelings I had definitely felt before but I still had no idea what to do really resonated with me.
How things came to be though — after a bizarre break up filled with enough delusion to give Holocaust deniers a run for their money — gave great experiences on what there is still to learn at the age of twenty-three.
The “v” key on my laptop is broken so please exempt me from the following: “Writing a reView,” “watching teleVision,” and “learning to driVe a Vehicle and moVing on in my life.” Thank you.
#tbt I dressed as Robin nearly every Halloween. Actually, I’m not even sure this was taken on Halloween.