Popping the “Me” Bubble
“There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?” – Rumi I love my bubble. I love this translucent, beautiful, idealized space that I perceive as my own, in which my greatest worries revolve around writing religion papers, surviving chemistry labs, and performing chest compressions on plastic dummies in EMT class. In my bubble, I endlessly distract my lovable roommate and good friend with ramblings about…