Surely you don't learn in class how to feel, how to manage your emotions, what to do when your friends burst into tears, when you should stop loving that wrong person or how to move on. You learn how to see that one side of the track they want you to see. You learn how to adapt to other's expectations, how everybody is right, except you, you are always wrong, and how you should just accept this sad reality.

But then you somehow get out of this system, this filthy corrupt way of thinking, and start doing some of your own. And realize what you're really made of. And how you can measure up to all possible expectations by not wanting to measure up to any expectations, and just being yourself, as cliché as that may sound.

But it's true. Unfortunately, or fortunately, it's true.

Going back to reading Haruki Murakami's "Kafka on the shore". I want "1Q84" too. Searching for subtitles for "Keinohrhasen".

Enjoy.