No Pain, No Gain, So They Say

University is a wonderful, twisted, fucked-up little gem of a thing, really. You meet the people you want in your wedding party, and you meet the people you hope to God never even think about procreating. You meet rapists, artists, sexists, future dentists, and everything in between. You see hundreds of faces you may or may not ever see again, all drifting by as the frigid wind whips hats in the air and hair in their faces.

I come to ask myself why we behave the way we do around one another now that we're "adults" - or so we say. I suppose, at least, people paying rent for apartments and not eating mom's spaghetti for dinner every night. The definition of adult only ever gets more subjective lately.

One would think that we'd moved past hating people for differences, for things we don't understand about them. One would think we could put aside our shortcomings and come together for fifty-minutes-three-times-a-week and learn a thing or two about the other six billion carbon life forms wandering around the planet.

Sadly, I find myself sometimes mistaken. And for some strange reason, it still gets under my skin in just the right ways that even though people twice my age and ten times my experience think I'm the best thing to walk out of a higher learning institution, people my own age would much rather stare and whisper to themselves than come and talk to me face-to-face like what I'd imagine a respectable adult would.

I'm not comparing my current situation to high school, as I did that at my old university and it was much more fitting there than it is here. I suppose I'm just pointing out the subtle ways in which, as much as we love to call ourselves grown up and blowing away...some of those people? I don't see them moving any way at all.