To be in college, one needs to know something, or at least know that they would like to one day learn something. When you receive that padded envelope in the mail (do they still do that nowadays?) you are not automatically transfused with an abundance of knowledge about science or English or most importantly to the adults of the house, Your Future Job. You are just another person, moving along in the swarm of persons looking here and there for something, something, to find attachment with. And of all those who do not receive a padded envelope, or decide that at least for the moment, an envelope at all is what they currently want, I cannot speak. I cannot forget or politely pass them (you?) over, either.
For I could have been you, and you could have been me. The paths that we take are nothing less of extraordinary. How did I discover that I like what. I. like? How did you somehow come into yourself, as particular and unique as you are, without some detailed plan or synthesis? When life seems not to be detailed, but just a bumbling of moments and people and STUFF.
For most questions, I do not have the answer. I do know a few things, though, of perhaps nominal importance. Like how funny it is to not like beer and then all of a sudden, like it. Life is often like that: something comes around and it isn't at all what we think we like, and then all of a sudden, we can't live without it! (for long periods of time perhaps). And about the way seltzer water always makes me feel like I'm European--it's nothing short of amazing. Food comes from so many different places and soils and yards and tables and factories--and yet all of those places have their own story. Over the course of our lives, we develop a liking or repertoire of 'food likes' from so many different places, and more often than not, those 'likes' are very different from the person next to us.
Sometimes it's just amazing to me.
