Wet Behind the Ears

April 29, 2002


I guess what I discovered about myself is that, no matter where I am, I will never be happy. My Yellowstone experience led to a bad case of over-analysis of oneself. I do not know how long I have been this self-absorbed, but it is getting the best of me and turning me into something I despise. Let us start anew, and see if we can’t capture happiness by the tail…

I will be twenty-five in June, and still on the road to acquiring that associate’s degree so I can go on to a university, it is safe to say that things ae moving rather slow. I find it hard to believe that it has almost been a year since I first left for my Yellowstone adventure, and it dawns on me how wisely my time was spent up in the mountains. In that short amount of time I had forgotten how time used to just waste away – now it is all too familiar. My friends have already begun to gather for another season in the park, and as my brother calls home to let us know how things are going, I realize how much I am missing out. But I will go back I keep telling myself, “I will go back” the last words I spoke to myself upon leaving the mountains, the only way I could will myself to leave. But that is also not altogether true, for secretly I was ready to be home again and among the confines of my long-term security. Have I always been this lost and perhaps still too dumb to see it? The elderly regret to tell you that wisdom is nothing more than a curse.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist