As it is that I am back at school on a Saturday night it also seems that I am surrounded by freshman college students amazed by the effects of beer. The same kids that seem destine to ask me the meaning of life. Tonight I didn’t drink, but as someone leaned saturated in Key Stone Light they tried to tell me their boyfriend problems. I gave her the only advice I could think of- Stop dating and figure out who you are without a boyfriend. So many girls are defined by their significant others that it seems we get lost in who people want us to be, who we strive to be, who we wish we were, and who makes who happy. Who are all these people? Who am I?? (Which is what said drunk freshman started to wonder around asking)
Who am I? I am… I am… I am an independent woman who doesn’t need a man, but I’ll admit I’d love one. There’s my difference from most college freshman I don’t feel like I always need a man. It’s like a sunroof on a car, essentially it would be really nice to stand up and stick both hands out the window screaming “I am free” and it would give you a lot of things to talk about, but is it necessary? Can I not drive with one hand out the window singing loudly to the music. Is my life so defined by being with someone that I and others are forgetting to enjoy it? Is it a waste to be single? No. It’s just a different car. While the sunroof seems nice and all, eventually you hit bugs, get sun-burnt, or get caught in a snow storm with your head still out the window and you think just for a minute, if sitting in the car with the windows rolled up and the music on, wasn’t half bad.
Even still, I’d wear sunscreen, a scarf, and goggles for the bugs all so I could feel the comfort and ease to be with someone and think “Freedom” instead of “loss”
I Am Only One Of Many 