The summer of 2013. The summer before my senior year of college. It was the summer of sensations.
As time proceeded and I lost sight of nearly all initial goals, I found myself frequently giving in to impulsive behaviors. The money spending and time spent scheming my next dating endeavor, or some other wild adventure, reached an all time high.
It turned out not to be a time of learning as I had previously hoped for, but instead, a time of experiencing.
I lived like I never had before - irresponsibly, yet completely embracing the throws and tides of life.
At first, I fell in love. Not with my new found lifestyle, and not with my new identity. But I fell in love with another human being, ultimately proving to myself that I am capable and vulnerable of and to the same vices as every other individual.
That started early in the summer as well as ended early - my own decision, which I thankfully did not feel damaged or jaded as a result of - a sign that I have finally formed some semblance of emotional independence!
It was so nice to experience the trust from many friends who due to my recent 'coming out' decided to confide in and come out to me. I felt kinda like a beacon of hope, by serving as on open conversation opportunity for many of these friends. A great responsibility which I gladly took on for them.
On that note, I noticed a motif for the summer. It seems as if everybody has recently developed a love life... or at least a *** life. So much *** gossip out of nowhere from people who normally don't dare to experience such an escapade. It was an unprecedented growth maybe having something to do with age trends? I'm not sure.