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Sometimes, I meet someone in class. A potential friend. A potential more-than-friends. And the best relationships develop slowly. So slowly.
But they only seem slow because Berkeley is so transient. Every person you meet is a fleeting moment, a wisp of air.
The class ends, and the only real connection left is through social media, or even worse, the connection just ends there.
But what if that class lasted longer. What if you have a another class together, or join the same club, or make a mutual friend?
Or what if you’re like me, and just feel disappointed, and suppress the desire for more intimacy, whether it be friends or more-than-friends, and just throw yourself back into a life composed of fluttering moments, strung together precariously by your sense of self. That’s supposed to be enough. Right?@10 months ago with 1 note