I once was an English major

An Education (review soon! like tomorrow) made me think back to high school and although no older man would want to seduce me in those days (I defined awkward) I got a lot of Jenny's pretentiousness in the film. I was never as clever as her, but I had a lot of pretentious interests. Well, let me rephrase that, I was interested in a lot things for pretentious reasons. Most of those things today- music, film, art, literature- I still love, but view them differently, I think that the greatest art works are great because they reflect something universal about mankind. Not just something that pretentious 16 year olds can pretend to "get" in order to look slash more importantly feel smart. Anyways, all of that mumbo-jumble was an excuse to post this poem I loved when I was 17. A poem, which after revisiting, I still love.

So You Say

It is all in the mind, you say, and has
nothing to do with happiness. The coming of cold,
the coming of heat, the mind has all the time in the world.
You take my arm and say something will happen,
something unusual for which we were always prepared,
like the sun arriving after a day in Asia,
like the moon departing after a night with us.

By Mark Strand