Looking back, I’m disappointed in my college experience. Somehow I missed out on hijinx, marijuana, competition, sister-strong friendships, cosmic struggles with the meaning of life and art, partying in my underwear. I never got trashed, never broke the law, and only ever did one really stupid thing in bed, and he’s in Maryland living with his dad and I will never have to see or speak to him again.
College was a vague, depthless, passionless time for me when the only strong emotion I felt was loneliness.
Sounds like middle age, doesn’t it?