Poking around craigslist, you find the oddest things. Human beings are strange and twitchy little things. The missed connections page in particular turns up small fascinating instances of weirdness like these.

Going through my photographs yesterday filled me with a false sensation of accomplishment. I took those a long time ago, though, and they’re not genius. Today I feel like I’m falling behind everyone else, who is already an excellent webdesigner (with a job), a proficient chess player, a poet and an artist. Theoretically I will eventually accomplish those things, but having read Ender’s Game, I’ve developed a fear of wasting my youth. I’m terrified that, three years from now, I’ll meet someone exactly my age and realize that I’ve fallen hopelessly behind. Panicky, I tackle the Worthington Essay Contest.