A Place to Call My Own

There is an irony to myspace, in that so much of the time it doesn't feel like mine at all. Or at least, not just mine. Myspace and Facebook are all part of the me that belongs to other people, the part of me that wants they're approval and opinions and input. They have they're place of course. I want other people to be part of me, and even if I didn't they already are. But I need a place just for me. Especially right now.

I like the idea of never really knowing what the future will bring. At least in theory, when the future is far off, all gauzy and grey on the horizon, just waiting to be burned away. I like it considerably less now that it's hovering around on my calendar. March 22, 2008. Western Washington University Winter Commencement. Given my detatchment to the entirety of the rest of my college experience, part of me thinks this is a useless excercise--wearing a silly hat and a silly robe, shaking the hands of people I've never met and to whom I'm just another face heading out of the higher education factory and into the world.

But that's just a part of it. Another part is apprehension (rapidly nearing debilihitating fear), another is gratitude, and joy. But most of all I'm proud.