So life as a 23 year old girl in Houston, is as exciting as it sounds. I do believe in making your own fun but at times it sucks to have to try so hard. How many tipsy/drunken nights can you possibly have before it starts getting repetitive and blur together. No pun intended. It is in fact a big city and the possibilities are probably in fact endless.
I find it hard nowadays to meet people that seem genuinely interested in getting to know the person behind the acquaintance. Back and forth conversations of shallow questions are asked but when it comes down to the actual interesting and soul defining information, its as though there is a alarm that goes off in their heads that shuts down the selfless sensor. I have a lack of book sense and a good amount of common sense to notice the lack of interest behind the window to the soul.
It may just be that I am the only one getting this response, because as i mentioned before, my life is as interesting as the things you find under your car seat. There is this burning yearning sensation that i have to get out of this town and into any other that will accept me. Maybe i'll get the same conclusions there, but at least I'll know I tried. Who knows. I just wanted to put my two cents in about the state of life these days as a 23 year old in houston, tx.
I thought there was some theory that made us crave human touch and emotions? Who knows, maybe everyone is getting their fill of cravings else where.
