Soon

In less than six weeks, I'll be joining the legion of the recently-graduated - the soon-to-be disillusioned, we-used-be-so-young-and-so-fun people that are straddling the line between responsibility and, I don't know, naive hope in the future?

I bet there are a million thinkpieces on this type of stuff. I'm trying to avoid reading them. Between seeing friends, spending time drinking tea in strange coffee shops and re-igniting a sentimental side of myself not seen since the age of 15, I couldn't much care about the qualms of what it's like to move on to the next stage of my life.

Instead, I spend nights reading books and watching movies and pretending I don't have to pack my life up into my parents' basement in the next few weeks.

I was having a conversation with a friend the other night, and this phrase came out: "You either become boring or you die. Hopefully the latter comes before the former." (I'm actually not sure what was said exactly. I'll have to refer to it when I get home.)

I think the fear, in general (IN GENERAL!), is that we're all so scared to be boring. University, in a way, reassures us that we have purpose. We have that end goal. We're not boring!

Just over a year ago, I wrote a post about how terrified I was to start the next year of my life. Now, on the other side, I don't think there was very much to be scared of at all. I learned a lot, and grew a lot, but now I think I'm finally ready to go.

It's strange to finally feel like you've done something. But that's assuming that accomplishment is the only way to demarcate personal success.

First Kisses: An Internet Thing

FIRST KISS from Tatia Pilieva on Vimeo.

Thank goodness for the Internet. Otherwise, this video wouldn't be out there - and, as some of you might know, this has been making the rounds online all evening.

I'd argue that a good kiss is so much more powerful than a good fuck, or whatever you want to call it. There's much less skin, much less awkward and a lot more of that sweetness that can make your mind zone out and your body "blush all over" (as I saw someone aptly describe on Twitter today).

My first kiss was in a crowded movie theatre. His nose got in the way and I didn't know how to tilt my head properly. Hopefully I've improved since then.

My best kiss was after we hadn't seen each other in a very long time. I've had happy kisses, in the same vein, since then. My most recent one was sweet - also unexpected and in public. My worst one involved too much teeth and tongue. My saddest one was on my parents' driveway, not too long ago actually. (Look at me; I could go on forever about kissing!)

Now that the year is winding down, and I'm that much closer to ~*~funemployment~*~, I'll be using this space a lot more. Hard to believe I've been blogging (half-assedly, I'll admit) for nearly three years now. 

What started out as a space for me to practice quasi-anonymous Internet rambling has turned into ... the exact same thing, albeit a bit more annoying, more or less.

EDIT: Turns out it's actually a fashion ad, which we may have all noticed were we paying closer attention to the credits. Still, the sentiment is there. If you're looking for alternatives, though, VICE did a neat thing where they pulled strangers off the street and got them to kiss. Sort of produces the same effect. Sort of.

MORE EDITS: I wish I had written something about brands leveraging emotion to sell something. See: Westjet and P&G, though more subtle, use similar methods of associating their product with feel-good feelings.