I want to draw. I haven't done it since... hell, I can't even remember.
School time used to be perfect for that. Nothing was better than the drowsy and mindless inspiration that came during the AGES I had to wait between lectures and workshops. I used to hate waiting, but now that I don't have that dead time I don't have any time at all to draw (on my books, on the tables, on my hands...)
Being a loner, I also used to draw during lectures (provided that we had lights) and workshops, but the subjects I'm taking prioritize group work, and it's impossible for me to draw while my teammates require my attention.
Which brings me to my teammates... As much as I value them for being clever and enthusiastic young women, I can't help but see only the "young" and (overly) "enthusiastic" parts. Clever as they seem, they tend to over-think the situations; and enthusiastic as are, they always seem to be struggling for the last word.
Curious thing is, that I don't feel old while I'm with them (even though I am, in comparison). I feel as if I was still a twenty-something college girl, but working with obnoxious secondary-school teacher pets.
...Then comes the fact that I live on my own, that I have a child and while I don't feel old, they feel every time more like children. It's the "you'll understand when you're my age" kind of thing, though I hate that particular phrase.
I don't know, perhaps it's time I started feeling... you know: old.
School time used to be perfect for that. Nothing was better than the drowsy and mindless inspiration that came during the AGES I had to wait between lectures and workshops. I used to hate waiting, but now that I don't have that dead time I don't have any time at all to draw (on my books, on the tables, on my hands...)
Being a loner, I also used to draw during lectures (provided that we had lights) and workshops, but the subjects I'm taking prioritize group work, and it's impossible for me to draw while my teammates require my attention.
Which brings me to my teammates... As much as I value them for being clever and enthusiastic young women, I can't help but see only the "young" and (overly) "enthusiastic" parts. Clever as they seem, they tend to over-think the situations; and enthusiastic as are, they always seem to be struggling for the last word.
Curious thing is, that I don't feel old while I'm with them (even though I am, in comparison). I feel as if I was still a twenty-something college girl, but working with obnoxious secondary-school teacher pets.
...Then comes the fact that I live on my own, that I have a child and while I don't feel old, they feel every time more like children. It's the "you'll understand when you're my age" kind of thing, though I hate that particular phrase.
I don't know, perhaps it's time I started feeling... you know: old.
trauma:
ron4164:
Bah, never feel old ok! 