Some things that I've decided by living in England.
1) If you are a girl, you are dumb.
2) If you are an american girl you are dumb.
3) An amendment to number one, you can be a girl and not be dumb but you have to wear glasses and be stupid.
4) If you are a girl and only speak English, you are dumb.
Protocol in order to be taken seriously.
1) You are a producer on the History Channel
2) You do not qualify to any of the four items mentioned in the above list.
3) You are a historian.
4) You are german.
5) You kind of know 4 languages.
Basically, I should eat shit and die and get out of the scholarly community.
And yes, I am surly.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I was looking at my posts that I have drafted but haven't put up. There's this one where I got the idea of connections between people and wondering if the workings of the universe was responsible for why people meet. Although you part ways and you think that you'll never meet again, but in actuality you will meet again because of these connections. Logically it kind of makes sense. You meet certain people, however random it may be, because usually there is some sort of commonality that's involved: you like the same music and atmosphere so you frequent the same pub/bar/club, you take up a similar studies so passing each other in the library isn't far fetched, etc etc. So through this, my thinking evolved into, we've met randomly on the basis that we have such and such a thing in common therefore it's possible that doing this common thing will enable us to meet again.
Looking back at this optimistic attitude towards meeting people and then parting ways, I now just think, "That's bullocks". How many people have I met at camp 8 years ago, and now have no idea what their names are? 10-20? To even go so far as, how many people did I meet in my year abroad that now have no desire to talk to me now (not that there's no desire there...just that there's no point really)? 10-20, again? Right away that's like 20-40 people who I'm sure I'll never see again.
From optimism to pessimism. But more importantly, from unrealistic to realistic.
Looking back at this optimistic attitude towards meeting people and then parting ways, I now just think, "That's bullocks". How many people have I met at camp 8 years ago, and now have no idea what their names are? 10-20? To even go so far as, how many people did I meet in my year abroad that now have no desire to talk to me now (not that there's no desire there...just that there's no point really)? 10-20, again? Right away that's like 20-40 people who I'm sure I'll never see again.
From optimism to pessimism. But more importantly, from unrealistic to realistic.
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