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I’m sure you’ve seen him wandering around campus. I’m sure there’s one in your gen-ed philosophy class who can’t quite seem to stop quoting his favorite philosopher. Sure, he’s only read a few excerpts from Nietzsche, but he understands it better than you. He gets it on a deeper level.
Last year, in the midst of a particularly rough mental health episode, I visited Counseling and Psychological Services at UNC for the first time. After two hours in the waiting room, I met with a counselor who, after only 30 minutes, recommended I see a psychiatrist.
A fear of rejection has hindered my life in almost every aspect. When the Starbucks barista hands me an incorrect drink, I gratefully accept whatever vile concoction they’ve mistakenly made and go about my day. When I meet a cute guy on a night out I tremble at the thought of making an advance and waste the opportunity. This anxiety exists because of my fear of a simple “no."
In the past month, I’ve been surrounded by a push to vote on campus.
On the move-in day of his sophomore year, Greer Christy, now a junior at UNC, received a text from his roommate saying she could no longer live with him.
