Life is not about finding yourself, but about creating yourself.

There's this guy in my psych class who sits with his hoodie over his head, often with his iPod on and always looking pretty sullen. Filled with teenage angst. The other day he went on this tangent about how he feels bad for puddles when people drive through them. Seriously. And I had to hold back a laugh because it was just so American Beauty.

But then later in the day, this book I'm reading talked about being present, being mindful, etc. and I felt bad mocking the guy from psych, as he's totally mindful and I'm totally distracted half the time. Which is the biggest thing I've learned in the damn class all semester.

Anyhow.

So be nice to the puddles. I guess that's what I'm saying.