Move-in day was quite recent and stressful. I was too exhausted to remember much, but I guess I wasn't exhausted enough to fall asleep.

My roommates were practically dead, and I was ready to go to bed until I felt this panicky need to leave and go home... problem is, this is home. My dorm room is home. I messaged a few friends and sat there in the dark, just staring at my screen. I wasn't expecting a response until morning, or maybe I was, I don't know. Why else would someone stare at the phone screen for so long?

Against all logic, one of my friends actually responded to me. He took an unexpected and proactive approach. He picked me up at one in the morning and took me out for food and a walk down the beach.

After comfort food and talking about non-school related topics, I felt so much better. Friends just have a funny way of doing that. But the night had to end. On the ride back, I said, "Maybe I should try transferring..." He stopped me there, look me dead in the eyes, and said, "Your emotions are speaking."

I was peeved because he didn't understand how I felt.

Once I came back to the dorms, I reflected on the small excerpt of the conversation and realized that what he said was very true. My musings sounded reasonable at the time, but in retrospect, I've only been at school for a day.

I guess we like to think that we're rational beings, but in actuality we're rationalizing beings.