Ananke vacation

Sometimes, I want to drop out of uni. I don’t exactly have a plan—but at the same time, I do.

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‎If I did, the first month would be pure nothingness. Bed rotting. Waking up and scrolling through TikTok until my eyes hurt. When I get tired of that, I’d move to Instagram to stalk my crush and that one girl I had a three-month talking stage with, the one that never blossomed because I was too scared that someone might actually love me. After that, I’d hop on Twitter, only to log off in minutes because I still don’t understand what that place is about. Then I’d drift over to Pinterest, searching for inspiration for my next short film or design project.

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‎I’d do this routine for at least a month—or until I get bored.

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‎Then, I’d dive into my movie watchlist. Every single film. Every anime. Bleach. One Piece. Naruto. Violet Evergarden. 86. Magi. Then the French romance films, the erotica, and the Kurosawa classics. I can see it now: me in my room with a bowl of popcorn, sinking into Pulp Fiction or Inglourious Basterds. Afterward, I’d open Letterboxd and write reviews about how much of a film nerd I am. Sigh.

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‎Of course, I’d also end up watching porn and jerking off—because I don’t have a girlfriend, and someone has to take care of the urges.

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‎But it wouldn’t all be wasted time. I’d spend hours researching fashion, especially anti-fashion and avant-garde, for my brand NORENSE:WCHB. I want to be good—substantially good—before I fully immerse myself in it. I’d also have more time for drawing, painting, and illustration. This year I’ve made a lot of digital art I’m genuinely proud of, and I’ve even thought about selling them.

 

 

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‎The truth is, though, I can’t drop out. Not now. In a few weeks, I’ll be graduating anyway. And when that happens, I’ll have all the time in the world to do these things—whether or not I ever left uni.