Some Things are Best Left Said.

Will Conley-Elgee talks to me about Jean-Paul Sartre. A lot. Most specifically, he tells me that I act in bad faith; that I see myself as an inanimate object, incapable of action, and static. For instance:

Me: I want a soda from Honeyfarms
Will: Then go get one.
Me: It's too far of a walk. Damn it. Why does it have to be so far away?
Will: It's a block.
Me: Shut up.
Will: Adam, you're acting in bad faith. Either you want to obtain a soda so you go and get one, or you don't want to obtain a soda, in which case you don't.
Me: I want a soda.
Will: Then go get one.
Me: ...I'll just have some water instead.
Will: You're an idiot. Sartre hates you.

He usually tells me these things when I'm in a rut. Naturally, people act in bad faith during ruts, and I am no different. Recently, however, I've decided to accept my own agency, take hold of my own will to power, and act in good faith. My rut is over. But this is no reason to quit living in good faith. Let's keep the party going! Here's where you come in:

I have wonderful thoughts about all of you here at The Epicenter. I rarely say them, however, because I feel it might be weird to be so complimentary, or it might make you uncomfortable, seem like a hippie-heart-on-sleeve-lame-duck-loser, or in some odd way make me feel vulnerable. Fuck that yo. I'm just acting in bad faith, suckahs, and here you will witness me doing what I want to, which is to love you all (no homo).

Jeff: Though you sleep as soundly as a mouse trap, You bring an enthusiasm that I was sorely missing last semester. It is truly wonderful to have you back.

Gretchen: We witnessed perhaps the most surreal (yet so subtle) event take place all around us in the basement of the quiet house. More importantly, you recognized it and analyzed it and made it everything it could be. It proves your great insight into the world of the awkward and amusing. Thank you for sharing that with me. Oh, and you've got game.

Jacob: You have organizational skills and a motivation to make awesome things happen that I simply do not posses. I greatly enjoy what you create.

Sally: Your writing is A+. Enjoy your gifted linguistic skills, and drop me some of your drafts whenever you feel like it. I'll read them and enjoy them.

Joey: We bonded last night, and I liked it. Your red boots are fantastic, and I still really enjoy the song you wrote for Wormtown (though I forget its name).

Ya'ara: Even though you're so busy, you grace me with your presence when ever I get a hold of you, you golden snitch. Your laugh = fantastic warmth.


I would continue to write the things I have to say, but I need to go play B-ball with about half of you. Good faith rules.