Oblivious he lived. Raised in a small town with 3,000 citizens, he was used to things remaining static. So when he relocated to a massive university population, his habits never changed. The normal exchange of culture comes with listing achievements and decisive steps taken in life. But what he considered to be great was in hindsight: plain average. How could he relate that his high school’s choir was formed of every school member and was the top school in his district. He boasted about performing in an amazing choir but never swung to a tune or hummed by himself. In fact, he he was more in tune with the marching band he said. “Oh you were top in your class too”; seems like a small world.
He lived as a recluse and lives as a recluse. The lights would remain turned off all day if it were not for his persistent roommates. When he is not attending classes or sleeping he is headphones on, controller fiddling, screen lit. In that way comparing this to his pre-college life would yield few discrepancies. His childhood was scarred with indescribable crises. For that reason, he will not… will never open up to anybody. He will carry those marks with him forever. In a way he believes he learned a lesson from all that. In a way, his mind… neigh his decisiveness, to be precise, was malformed. Along his transition from small to large, he never understood the gravity of the change. “There are no people that have gone through what I have”: how is that for disjoint justification? Everyday became an argument with the outside world, and civilization slowly grew dimmer until things that he did not agree with were removed through means of an involuntary physiological process. In a way, he is now the sole resident, in a small town, that lives within a large city.