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fuckyeahharajukubarbie:

Someone I don’t know adds me on facebook:

Someone I don’t know follows me on Tumblr:

Someone writes on my Facebook wall:

Someone writes in my Tumblr ask box:

Lose a friend on Facebook:

Lose a follower on Tumblr:

Error on Facebook:

Error on Tumblr: 

So I’m in the midst of reading an article for my ethics course that talks about how undercover marketing undermines and devalues close relationships, and in a bout of half inspiration and half distraction, I felt the need to write briefly about my university experience in a similar light. For as long as anyone can remember, we’ve been told that university was the place people come to find themselves. If anything, now that I’m here I’ve resolved that I’m finding a new version of myself, or maybe that I never really new myself at all. Maybe what the freshman university experience aims to do is attempt to strip you of all your morals and personal boundaries, in hopes that you will rediscover the ones that belong to you intrinsically. The girl I was a year ago, wouldn’t have done half the shit I’m doing now, or any of the shit that’s been made so available to me. On a lesser note, I’m just upset that I’m losing the time to engage in activities that I use to consume myself with, like reading really amazing novels, singing, and fucking acting. This may sound silly, but I think I’ve also lost my “crush- reflex” and what I mean by that, is that university, and especially residence, is a place where everyone is pretty much DTF, as terrible as it sounds. And before I can even think about having real feelings for someone, its already next Friday, and I’m on to the next.  Although I’m going through a phase where I think relationships are extremely futile, I still dont appreciate the lack of emotion and increase in pheromones here. 

I have to get back to reading this article, but I’ll be back.