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I'm going to miss college.

I don't have a clear perception yet of what new and exciting things are in store upon my graduation and advancement into the "real world", whether that be of industry or graduate study. The future seems somehow less compelling and chromatic than it did when I was younger. I'm not even 21 yet! Why do I feel so old?

Too many questions keeping me up at night. Will age make me brittle, square, and unchanging? What's the deal with death? Now that I have left the sandbox of religion, can I ever go back? Will I get into a good graduate school? Do I have the AI-fu to show them all up and solve computer-consciousness in 20 years instead of 200? Will I ever reach a relationship that meets my psychotic prerequisites for life-long-ness? Do I have the right to ask people to help me with my problems when they have more of their own? Am I pissing away my life in useless introspection?

Sometimes it would be really nice to just stop thinking for a while.