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Ophelia Gets Nostalgic:

Dear Chibatron Reader-

You may have read what I’ve had to say over these last couple posts, and you also may have realized that my commentary is purely one-sided. Well, while that may be true,  addressing a counterargument to any argument seems to be for the most part contradictory to one’s personal thoughts and opinions. (And you don’t need to incorporate one on the SAT essay so who needs counterarguments anyway) I shall stand by what I say and how I say it without considering the relevance in acknowledging the opposite side.  Now, as  the  title  preludes, I sit here on a Sunday evening reminiscing on  my weekend in all its glory, and coming to the ultimate realization of teenage angst.  Being one of the thousands of attendees of the much-awaited Coachella music festival, I was rather disappointed in seeing the overall true  lack of originality of my generation. Each teen girl donned some sort of the latest crocheted hipster trend, as the males showed off their skinny legs in American Apparel scandalously short shorts, clad with a sea of horizontal stripped tank tops and t-shirts.  Each person playing homage to the past generations of the 60s and 70s not only in their ensembles but in their recreational drug use as well. Though I came across many interesting people, people of whom I may have shared much in common with and may even continue a connection with…the general introduction was found over the greatest high we were all on. Life is never as fun; speaking, listening, dancing, laughing, is never as fun as when tripping on chemicals such as Acid, Mushrooms, or Ecstasy, as these chemicals were purely derived  in order to provide the experience of giving you immorality and what seems to be a never-ending bliss. However that bliss is too, unavoidably extinguished. And at that moment, the amount of ‘fun’  you experienced becomes based off the amount and strength of the drugs you may have ingested. Reflecting upon my own life and experiences, I came to realization that childhood ends when pure and natural fun can no longer be obtained without such synthetic enhancements.  Not to say that I disagree with experimenting with such psychedelics in order amplify one’s experience to the maximum, but  now more than ever does it seem to be that music, parties, and even people can not be enjoyed without such additives. However, it is merely a facade, you must see. As you are still the same person, in the same place, and doing the same thing, only now you may be sick, overtly tired, and often depressed.  What may be felt to be some of the moments appearing to the best night of your life thus far, also incorporates some of your worst. As this particular Saturday spent from 12-12 at Coachella I experienced the true epiphany of beauty in every form until I later found myself lying on grass that can only be cooled with self-reflection under the starry sky concluding with seventeen years of life experiences without anything to hold any pride in. I guess thats what drugs do to you. Life is a risky game.

Until next time,

Ophelia.