Sister time!

It has been another fun weekend. Yesterday Shra came to visit, yay! It was excellent to see her again, since I haven’t had a glimpse of my seester since she moved in at Davis a month ago. On the other hand, none of her Berkeley friends (or her friend Adam who goes to… that… other… ‘university’) had seen her since then either, so I was forced to spend most of an evening in the company of freshmen. I have to say I’m only partially kidding about suffering through that. They were nice, all of them, and gave me the proper deference due a lofty junior. ;b But I haven’t spent time with more than one freshman at a time since I was one myself, and I’d forgotten that freshman life is really different from probably any other year of college (unless there are some surprises in store for me next year). It was weird to hear people reacting in shock to news that classmates had been drinking. It was newly unfamiliar to be spending a lot of time in a dorm room and a res hall lounge, and listening to stories about bad dc food. And it was uncomfortable to witness freshman cockiness. I think we all get a little arrogant as freshmen, because we’ve learned so much by that point and also want to prove ourselves so much. It’s totally natural and totally understandable, but since I’ve already done that I didn’t want to listen to it. To their credit I must say Shra’s friends were considerably less cocky than I think our group probably was. Maybe their time will just have to wait until winter break. 🙂 So I did have fun hanging out with them, but I was definitely not sorry to escape to Jennifer’s (a HUGE thanks to Jennifer for putting up with me) after dinner. 🙂 We had a nice talk, as usual, so I left feeling nice and fuzzy. 🙂 And Moony is truly the most wonderful cat.

This morning Shra and I were supposed to have brunch with Huy at La Note, but somehow we both slept through two alarms and completely missed our nine o’clock date. I felt like the worst person in the world until Huy reassured me and said he had also been late since he couldn’t find the restaurant. Now I still feel really sorry, but at least I’m no longer slamming myself against the wall. 🙂

Now Shra’s back in Davis. I hope I get a chance to visit her there sometime soon. I feel bad for saying not-entirely-complimentary things about hanging out with her friends, because I did have a good time, and in fact they were really nice to me and taught me to play pool. 🙂 There’s absolutely nothing wrong with them, or with being a freshman, but I live in a different world and it’s hard to go back. Also, as Jackie points out, I’m just kind of old in general, I always have been. The things I like and don’t like to do and talk about have just always been different from those of other people my age, and I hope that doesn’t sound conceited, because it’s a disadvantage a lot more often than it is an advantage. It’s harder to meet or connect with people my own age because I have no idea what they’re talking about, or just am more interested in other subjects, and that can be a lonely feeling. Plus I don’t have enough experience to really be able to talk to older people, and I’m not their generation either. It’s weird. I like my tastes, and I’m so lucky to have a lot of friends who have similar tastes, but I do often find myself wishing I could just have an easier time connecting with my peers.

Augh, I’m so self-centered! I start out talking about how happy I was to see my sister, and end up making it all about me. ;b

[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]