Sitting Solo in the Student Union
College at 37 is… interesting π. As I sit here in the Student Union, already finished with breakfast, just people-watching, I can’t help but notice the cliques—especially all the athletes hanging together. While I’m introverted and not really a people person, it amazes me how much I suck at this whole making friends thing π. It’s not really me, though. It’s the whole “starting over” that’s ugh.
I haven’t found anyone my age group, and I just don’t have much in common with the high schoolers around here. Some people who started when I did already have their own group of friends. Lucky them lol. The only classes where people actually talk to me or I talk to them are in web design and art, but other than that, it’s pretty quiet.
Honestly, the people that I used to be friends with started to act funny, so I took out the trash in those friendships. And of course, the death of my best friend Mark left a big gaping hole in my heart π.
Eh, I’ve got four years to find my own clique of friends. Who knows?
Also, there are a lot of cute guys around, but I wouldn’t even know how to approach that…or if they’re even my age group. Some of them look older, but who knows? π
Oh well, it is what it is. Now I need to start making my way back to my next class. That bacon hit the spot π₯. Maybe I should check out some clubs next semester!
But seriously…is anyone actually reading my blog? π I know I’m not internet-famous with a million followers, but…hello, is anyone reading this shit? π€·πΎ♀️ πππ
I just saw one of my classmates from web design, and she was so nice and said hi ππΎ. Earlier, though, I saw another classmate from math, and she just walked by like I wasn’t even there lol π. See the difference? I don’t know.
How do I even approach people to be friends and see what happens? My awkwardness is showing its face again π—uh oh, in my Scooby-Doo voice!
It’s officially 11:26 AM, so now I need to go because ChatGPT can write my essay for me lmao π€£ π€« π€. Well, I should say help organize my thoughts. This post really solidifies my thought process—it’s all over the place π. Oh, my poor awkwardly introverted heart!
P.S. I got an email back from my writing professor, the one I’m in class with, and this dude just asked for a final draft. Dude, how many revisions do you need? OMG π³. This will be the fourth one! I’m not working on that while I’m away on vacation—there’s nothing else that needs to be fixed. Too picky!

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