After 21 years of living, I have come to realize that there is nothing people fear more than the unknown.
The unknown is life’s way of not giving you any lemons but still expecting you to run a fully functioning lemon stand. It’s a pretty sick joke. And now, the joke is on me as two words echo through my head: senior year.
As this scary realization chases after me like a dog with rabies nipping at my ankles, I have also come to understand something else.
The only thing more terrifying in life than the unknown is the unchanging.
It’s like going to “the party” that you have been to a thousand times over.
You are the person that was invited to the party through a mutual friend and the DJ is a dick, to say the least. Every song that he plays makes you want to claw your eyes out, but your friends want to stay and they’re your ride home. Sucks to suck, right?
You’re surrounded by Natural Light, Skol, boys who prefer to skip the introduction and girls who think it’s cute to go along with it.
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The floor is coated with a sticky mixture of beer and dirt. A girl in the corner, who just did a 12 second keg stand, is now allowing the world to see what she had for dinner. There is a “couple” on the couch, which is conveniently placed in the middle of the room, playing tonsil hockey and body twister.
Beer pong just reached a whole new level of fuckery as King Pong Master flips the table over after a plastic ball misses his opponent’s cup. Seriously, bro? It’s a ball and a fucking cup.
The girl who you met at the beginning of the party with the expensive, elaborate “promise” ring and marvelous morals is now ramming her ass into the lower body of a boy who thinks steroids are daily vitamins.
And you’re just standing there. If you are anything like me, you’re probably thinking that you should care, but you don’t. The Skol has done its job — at least it’s good for something.
The guy who is talking to you has the I.Q. of Courtney Love and the personality of a rock. He won’t shut up about his frat and his life goals, which you could give two shits about. All you asked him for was a fucking beer.
At this point, you can’t help but ask yourself why you’re here. Why stand here and listen to this shitty music at this shitty party talking to a guy who probably thinks Homo sapiens are a type of dinosaur?
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These parties are getting old and they’re always the same. Always.
So, as my days at the University of Florida quickly come to an end and the unknown clears a crooked path for me, I must understand that I can’t keep reliving the same party. There is a closing time for every grand event.
Don’t get me wrong, I am scared shitless about graduating and everything that comes after it, but as I walk onto that stage, waving semi-gracefully to all my family and friends and praying that I don’t trip, I’ll be handing the world an RSVP to a new party.
Hopefully this one will have less shitty frat techno.
