Here Comes The Sun

Alright, so the last post was about nostalgia for elementary school. However. Since Rachel started listening to The Beatles, I've started listening to them again too. A lot. They're all I've been listening to lately.

For me, The Beatles started in the winter of sixth grade and lasted through eighth grade (when I finally found some new music, namely U2 at the time). So, what I've really been feeling like is my middle school self.

I know, middle school? The time everyone looks back on as horribly awkward or miserable? But the thing is, I really liked middle school. I was still such a kid then (most of my "problems" didn't arise until 9th grade). I loved my friends and teachers and school subjects, and I still had plenty of free time, so my creativity wasn't quashed with a load full of homework. I was pretty darn happy.

So, listening to the Beatles has been making me feel much happier than I think I have been since, oh, 9th grade. Maybe it's all the vitamin D talking, but I really feel good. And I want to stay that way. It's not that I have some Peter Pan Complex and want to avoid responsibility and homework. It's more that I want some tiny way to be carefree.

And I think that more and more, that desire is manifesting itself in an asexual identity.

Can I say that?

To be honest, perhaps it's only what I feel right now--that at this time, I am so busy that my mind knows it's the only way to be carefree. But I can't deny that saying it right now feels fantastic.