Random Fuzz
Vacations, especially those extended breaks from reality one has after a semester is over and another is beginning, are strangely comforting and alarming at the same time. I feel somewhat relaxed, plenty relaxed in fact since I'm enjoying a nice California Merlot, which I'm pleasantly surprised doesn't taste all that bad. What's particularly alarming, and not all that much so, is the notion that I'm going to be returning to the fair city of Pittsburgh with very little in way of responsibilities. No schoolwork. No real deadlines. Nothing, really, except that little job, a rather miniscule one, but a job nonetheless. Most of the time I feel rather sublime in this notion that real responsibilities are a ways off, or at least far enough on the horizon that I can risk making this a little more relaxing than I really ought to.
Responsibility demands a lot out of an individual. I wasn't born with this trait, and I don't think it's something that you can teach yourself to be on a whim. Rather, I operate on the notion, as I referred to previously, that "everything's going to be okay". Maybe it will and maybe it won't. I really don't care.