Second Thread
After spending the past few days at various libraries at the local Universities, I came upon some delightful conclusions. And by delightful I do mean that the only reason why I'm marginally sane at this point in time is extreme effort.
- I fucking hate Robert Graves. Make up your Gods-be-damned mind. I either killed myself, died in childbirth, or probably put up with hell for several years became an immortal but not all three. Or four, if you add the fact that I'm here. Either way, Graves needs to pick a 'myth' and stick with it.
- That no matter which Greek scholar you talk to, they will 100% agree that the 'hero' was in the right of all times. Every single little thing they did was just so damn perfect, you know? The girls they left behind, the families they ruined? Psh, no big deal in the great cause.
- In order to pay for all these hours spent, plus the 'privilege' of attending one of these Universities come fall, I have to be able to prove I'll be able to pay off these 'loans'. The proof of course being a steady income.
Basically? I've come to these semi-related conclusions:
Psyche, I think I owe you an apology. Sort of
Theseus, have I mentioned lately how much I want to kill you?
...this is just Dionysus, the attitude on your post a bit ago - I was in shock. And confusion, general disarray and still am.
Lastly - anybody here know anyone who's hiring?