What are you thinking about, Jessie?

I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.

I’m thinking college isn’t as hard as they all say.

I’m thinking I’m going to regret saying that.

I’m thinking it’ll get harder... eventually.

I’m thinking...

Life can be complicated

And yet so simple

That the life size Zac Efron staring at me from across the room is going to come to life and kneel down and tell me he loves me and that I’m perfect and that I’m everything he’s dreamed of in a lover and more and that we’ll get married on an island somewhere and we’ll spend our lives making babies, buying black babies, and traveling around the world doing good and being charitable and just just loving each other and looking into each others eyes and and...

I’m thinking

that “the past is never really resolved: things do not simply happen and end. There is always uncertainty and debate about whether the past is really over and done with, or whether it continues, albeit in different forms, in our midst, shaping and determining the future...”

I’m thinkin I read 133 pages of repetitious, hooplah about the Spanish-Cuban-American war of 1898 to finally stumble across that enlightening line.

About how... people are beautiful.

About how every imperfection...

Even these glorious zits that dance across the dry skin on my pale face...

Make me who I am.

About how

I never had an irresistible urge to do dishes today.

And all this time I thought I would...