"Going Home for Thanksgiving." -A Reflection by Carles


Holiday traveler
I am one of you
I am one of many
I am the only 'me' in the world

Going home to see mom, dad, sister, brother
Reuniting around a turducken
Not sure how to tell my mom that I don't eat meat
and that she will have to make me a tofurkey

Feeling anxious
about my extended family
'commenting' on my new personal brand
that that won't understand

I have changed so much since school started
New personal Brand
Finding out about new bands
Genuinely connecting with fascinating humans
Who want the same life that I do.

I have learned what life is all about
I have learned why I needed 2 leave this house
and see the world
and l-i-v-e in the c-i-t-y
I just want to live inside of a living mishmash of humans/architecture/public transportation.

But now I am going home
Afraid to see my family now that it is 100% impossible for them to 'get' me
But maybe I need to 'get' them
to understand what I don't want to be
To motivate me to pursue a meaningful alternative life
with no fears

I am older now
A self-sustaining human being
Honestly have broken free from the constraints of my childhood
and the metaphorical shackles of suburbia

But now I am ready to go back
and reunite with some old classmates at a bar/restaurant
and make it clear that I am on a level
that they will never even understand
Momentarily I will get 'caught up' in the moment
and start to reconnect with zany high school stories
but then will remember
'That's not who I am any more. That bro is dead.'

'I don't want. Your life.'
-James VanderBeek in Varsity Blues about how he is the local community's only alt searching 4 meaning

This bro is me
This bro is thankful
This bro is coming home.
(big headphones blasting indie music)

///blogging from the airplane yall////gotta love internet in the air///worried the guy next to me is watching me watch porn/////