SoTD: Modest Mouse “The Good Times are Killing Me”
I give you the perfect theme song for my college experience. That time in my life was an ugly collision of an inexperienced, sensitive youth, readily available substances and a couple of “can’t get out of bed” depressive episodes. What a mess. I think about that period quite often. Could it have been avoided by attending a school I didn’t hate? If I had chosen a college using different criteria, could it have gone better? Maybe if a spot on the baseball team wasn’t the prime focus, perhaps I wouldn’t have found myself alone, disillusioned and struggling to find a new identity when my arm blew up. Not much comes out of ruminating on a list of past mistakes, but I have a really hard time staying out of that trap. When feelings of frustration about my current station in life flare up, it’s really difficult to not look back and wonder what would have happened if I had gone to Ithaca to study journalism. What would my life look like?
