Reverting
Last nigh at the bar, Mike drunkenly made fun of me for my engagement melt down that this blog is basically documenting. He said (well more slurred shouting) that I had reverted back to 15-year-old Rachel and was having an existential angst filled identity crisis. Which would say is true, but I am not sure that people are allowed to be aware of their existentialist angst filled identity crisis. It is like the if a tree falls in a forest conundrum. But I am willing to go all Emo if that is what the kids these days are doing, I already dye my blond hair jet black!
