When I was sixteen, my dad took a sabbatical, and we ended up living in State College, Pennsylvania, for a year. I looked forward to it. I felt I needed a break from life in Maryland, and this seemed like an opportunity to remake myself—to be whoever I wanted to be.
There was this Doobie Brothers song that was really popular that year. But when I tried to think of it to post it, I couldn’t bring it to the front of my mind and had to look it up. It was—of course it was—“What a Fool Believes,” and I have it heavily associated with driving around State College. Seems like it was playing all the time.
That year, it turned out I was just me after all, exquisite introvert, and in many ways, I was more alone than ever.
What a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away.
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing.
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Waiter, more champagne!
How did you know that champagne is a decent antidote for my introversion? And whaddya know, it's Sunday brunchtime!
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