Given the title on my tumblr, it seems appropriate that I've been reminiscing a lot lately. I'm leaving this country in 12 or 13 days and my roommate didn't step outside or get dressed all weekend. When did we start choosing four straight seasons of Sex and the City reruns over the outside world? How do I justify going outside anymore unless there's some destination, groceries or paper towels or looking at clothes I can't afford. In high school, it was enough to picnic on 7/11 nachos on that awkward patch of grass in front of the stop sign and wave to the confused drivers as they paused and lit us up with their headlights. Or sit around the bleachers in some park and tell stories. Or climb on top of the dugouts in the park near my house and have an impromptu band practice. nowadays there has to be some alcohol or substance to give any of these activities any point, because if not, really what's the point? If not inebriation, there still has to be some plan, some collective goal, or else "I'm too tired, I don't feel like it." Truth is, I'd trade netflix away for any one of those nights easy. As I'm leaving Canada, I vow to leave behind these notions and attitudes and winter too. Here's to summer and being outdoors and finding other people who are happy doing nothing for a while.
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