Why I Need Weekends: To Stop Banging Your Mom

I promised myself to come up with cheerful things to write about but I can't seem to think of any. It's not that my life is sad and falling apart. No. Far from it. I just feel like I'm still going through the motions of organizing and figuring out the bearings of my life. I realize I live a bit of a double life. I am a very different person at CSUN; especially the way I am around people. The quality of people here are different. Not better. Not worse. Just different. Wit is something that is rarely practiced by students at CSUN and it is even scarcer for someone to notice and appreciate it. My vocabulary becomes very stunted whenever I'm trying to be funny at school. Basically, I do a lot of racist jokes and find clever ways to segue a conversation into telling someone I banged his/her mom.

Example:
Me: Knock Knock.
Someone: Who's there?
Me: I fucked your mom in the butt.

I'm fine with that. I'm not proud but I'm fine with it. I get to indulge in something I really missed out at high school. But what I really hate is when I bring that mentality back home during the weekends. I feel really weird constantly calling my mom a homie.

But that's why I love the weekends. It gives my mind time to remember and distinguish that there is another Stephen in me. I get a chance to take a breath, step back and look at my life as a whole. Come Sunday, I'll be fresh and ready to go back into the trenches again.

If you're judging me, I'm not faking a presonalty to gain the approval of others. I'm still the same person. But I'm just adapting to the situation in order to socialize more. I'm too much of an introvert as it is. If I stay the same in CSUN, I won't have anyone to talk to at all. And I'm not fine with that. My personality needs to socialize once in a while. Those nights spent carving out the insides of your mom don't count as socializing.(please notice the wit)