Now, I’m here, in LA at USC. It’s so strange to be here. The first few days I absolutely hated it here. Even now, after spending almost two weeks here, I still haven’t fallen head over heels in love with college like some people do. For the most part, I really enjoy my classes. I’m in some really interesting ones like Intro to Cinema and Writing to Be Read. But other than that, college life is weird to me. I don’t drink, I don’t party; in fact, I’m a pretty quiet and low-key kind of person. So far, I haven’t found anyone else like that. I’ve made a few friends in my classes, but nights here can be pretty lonely. While everyone else is getting dressed up to hit the Row, I’m just slipping into my PJ’s, getting ready to pop in a movie. Don’t get me wrong, as an introvert, it’s nice to have some down time where I can just relax and not worry about being “on” all the time. But I still want some company. I want someone that I can chill with, that will watch movies with me or hang out and chat at a restaurant. I guess finding other people like that takes time. Like anything worth doing, discovering true friends is something you have to invest a lot of time and energy into. Man, I feel tired just thinking about that. Not only to I have to learn how to take care of myself as an independent human being, but I also have to put myself out there and be super social and meet people?!
It’s not that I don’t like people. I’d love to be a people person. It’s just not something that comes naturally to me. I have to work through all the shallow and bogus stuff to find the person within. I don’t like to settle for superficial relationships. I wish I could peer through the walls and see who is sitting alone in their dorms, waiting for someone just like them to come along, like I’m doing now.
I’ve always felt I was cut out for adult life. I actually enjoy spending time with people older than me, just talking or sharing ideas. It’s not that I want to go back to high school or be a little kid again. I just wish some of the people around me would mature. I mean, it’s there first time away from home, most of them are in a new city, and they want to go out and get wasted every night?! The idea alone terrifies me. I just keep praying that I find someone out there like me. I don’t want to have to become someone I’m not just to make friends. I’m not a party girl. I don’t want to feel like I have to be.