When I say I’m easy to please, I really do mean it. But occasionally I do wonder, am I?

While on the REXL this Friday, The Rutgers Review lazily sat on my lap as I picked it up every now then between switching songs my iPod and looking out the window at the passing scenes. After a series of technology-will-ruin-us articles, I came across an article only half a page long that left my mouth slightly agape. As my engaged mind stared out the window, my iPod continued playing. The benefits of binge-downloading music are limitless, but there’s nothing like chancing on a song that resonates with how you’re feeling, just like chancing on an article that encapsulates your current mindset.

It’s easy to forget how pretty my campus is, especially during autumn, with everyone constantly looking for reasons to call Rutgers shitty (which more or less, it is.) I guess it’s easy in general to forget about our ability to find the things in the nooks and crannies of life that make it easier to breathe.

At the moment, on the REXL, that’s all it took for me: an article about someone else who feels like a loner every now and then, who feels like doing something reckless when daily rountine gets too confining, who feels the burden of being a person.

As if holding my hand, he told me: “Maybe you can find solace in the fact that it is hard to be a person only because we demand extraordinary things from ourselves and everyone around us, beautiful and rich things that are hard to express and even harder to come by but feel so damn necessary when we finally hold them close.” 

And that’s what I’m waiting for, that’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I? 

Am I easy to please then? Maybe not. Definitely simply pleased, however.