Time Warps

  Some days, like today, I do feel like I am in a time warp and life at this small college in this increasingly smaller corner of the world has done just that. It feels somewhat like an out-of-body experience. You know you are there because you can pinch yourself, touch objects for affirmation, and interact with the environment around you. 
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  However, I am not the average student at this college. The older student is a small but albeit existing population. I find that some people have difficulty in knowing what to do with my "type." 
  Previously, in my community college life, this was never an issue. Our backgrounds, ages, and life experience were so varied that it was easier to bond. It was easier to talk to my professors on a personal basis and you could feel the genuine fondness emanate from them. 
  What is difficult to determine is whether or not I have personally built this little fortress or if I truly am being met with some form of resistance. It's a day that I just don't feel like one of "them." Where I feel out of place and out of touch with my surroundings but I am trying my best to ignore them. 
  I reflect back on the genuine warmth of my previous experience and hold onto them knowing that I will find my place in my own time and in my own way. But do tell me if I have built a wall that you cannot climb over. I will help you tear it down, brick by brick. 

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