November 20, 2022

I was in the car with my parents as we slowly approached the toll booth behind a long mass of cars for some kind of theme park. Music was blaring from loud speakers up on the road and the heat was unbearable.

We eventually got through the park entrance and for some reason I had carried a bed sheet with me. My dad brought up how any society derived or branched off from American culture will be unable to escape from it’s political discourse, even if it stood in opposition to it. I was also holding a large ceramic dinner plate that I was close to dropping because of the sweat dripping down from my hand.

My mom was relaying a conversation she had last night with a woman who was around my age. She related how the dating situation seemed to be so universal/timeless despite the obvious changes in society: “some people just don’t talk”. Obviously this was meant to be directed at me and I thought about how I had just finished my first year of college without really talking to anyone. I promised myself that I would try harder when the next semester came around.