My College Life.

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In college, I had hoped to make a whole lot of
friends. Alas, the reality turned out to be very
different.
The college wasn’t really the problem, the problem
was with me. I had wanted to end school life and
begin college very badly, because I believed that
college would allow me to fit in, like my school
never had.
I mean, in school people are just kids. They do not
understand a lot of things, and cannot be expected
to be very mature.
I on the other hand had always seen myself as an
old man with the body of a teenager.
I had hoped that college would be better, that I
would meet people who I would be able to gel
with. I had hoped to meet a few enlightened souls
who would make it all worthwhile.
Instead, I found that my classmates in college had
nothing in common with me. Now I do not think
that everyone needs to be alike, definitely not.
Differences in interest and outlook provide reasons
to converse and discuss more, and that builds
friendships and relationships, true.
But to discuss something worthwhile, the other
person needs to have an open approach and a
keen ear. Discussions cannot be one sided. A
certain minimum interest level must exist.
So I sought refuge in my thoughts.
My favorite past-time was to ‘think’. My thoughts
became my dearest friends.

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