*Glowers at the Universe*
TITLE:
I Am Determined To Believe That The Universe Does Not Suck
INTRODUCTION:
Granted, that determination is somewhat impaired by the start of my day, which included not only small children (on the bus; and let me tell you, small children and their over-loud shrill voices in an enclosed space does not bring out my maternal instincts. Not that I have any. I certainly don't before coffee, and thanks to the presence of small children on the bus, I got to campus late enough that I couldn't get coffee before class), a lack of proper caffeination, my professor informing us that our midterms were tear-inducing (and not in a good way). All before about ten-fifteen in the morning.
It is irrational, but it made me cranky.
So. In my efforts to remind myself that the Universe doesn't suck as much as I would like to believe that it does in my angst potatoe-y moments, I determined that the proper way to go about reminding myself of this particular fact was to think of things that did not, in fact, suck, no matter what. And my Rational Inner Voice hastened to add, no, your precious people weren't allowed on the list, you prat, because there's a such thing as letting people know you care, and then there's being a scary obsessive weird-o.
Some people are just never happy, I tell you. Hmph.
DATA SUMMARY:
In Which Auroleus Makes A List Of Five Things That Don't Suck:
1. The Character-muses. Who aren't real, and therefore cannot possibly be precious people, despite the fact that I am frequently more invested in the goings-on of their lives than I am of my own. Plus, they are entertaining. (kwishin, I just want you to know that upon hearing of my potential bad mood - as well as my Muse putting "Blow up the Outside World" on repeat in my head - the Lorichan-muse quoted, "Y'all can just suck me" and hauled off and punched the Danaoryn-muse for absolutely no reason that I can see. Which did absolutely nothing for the Danaoryn-muse's day, but it seemed to make the Lori-muse's a little better.)
2. Day At The Post. Which usually translates to, "I spend a little too much time in the post office on campus." I can't help it. I like receiving and sending mail. (Speaking of, kwishin, saintlyloins, aestusargenteus, you all have packages or something vaguely resembling a package, courtesy of my shopping related ADHD, in the mail, to be arriving at some point within the next couple of days. Although, kwishin, your package didn't show up today. I was very disappointed. I'll call you when it gets here, though.)
3. Payday. When payday stops being fun and starts meaning, "oh, great, now I can pay that bill," I think I'm going to have to break down and cry. Obviously, Never Never Land is way out of my reach and probably has been since I was about ten, but the fact that I enjoy payday is a sign of youth I'm clinging to.
4. Writing in the present tense. This used to annoy me, but now I'm kind of fond of it, stylistically speaking. It's seductive. Also? I will never be tired of the phrase, "It starts like this."
5. Pretty much any of Rumi's poetry. I'm not as taken with poetry as I am with prose, mostly because I have two left feet and ten thumbs when it comes to writing it. So while I'll read it every once in awhile and go, "Okay, see, I enjoyed that poem a lot" it's kind of rare that I sit there and go, "Fates fuck it all I wish I'd written that." Which is the response pretty much all of Rumi's stuff induces.
CONCLUSION:
It must be noted that I didn't find making the list nearly as theraputic as writing, but I've never been much of a positive thinker.
At any rate, I did get out to the post office, so there are packages incoming. Sort of.
Eh heh.
I Am Determined To Believe That The Universe Does Not Suck
INTRODUCTION:
Granted, that determination is somewhat impaired by the start of my day, which included not only small children (on the bus; and let me tell you, small children and their over-loud shrill voices in an enclosed space does not bring out my maternal instincts. Not that I have any. I certainly don't before coffee, and thanks to the presence of small children on the bus, I got to campus late enough that I couldn't get coffee before class), a lack of proper caffeination, my professor informing us that our midterms were tear-inducing (and not in a good way). All before about ten-fifteen in the morning.
It is irrational, but it made me cranky.
So. In my efforts to remind myself that the Universe doesn't suck as much as I would like to believe that it does in my angst potatoe-y moments, I determined that the proper way to go about reminding myself of this particular fact was to think of things that did not, in fact, suck, no matter what. And my Rational Inner Voice hastened to add, no, your precious people weren't allowed on the list, you prat, because there's a such thing as letting people know you care, and then there's being a scary obsessive weird-o.
Some people are just never happy, I tell you. Hmph.
DATA SUMMARY:
In Which Auroleus Makes A List Of Five Things That Don't Suck:
1. The Character-muses. Who aren't real, and therefore cannot possibly be precious people, despite the fact that I am frequently more invested in the goings-on of their lives than I am of my own. Plus, they are entertaining. (kwishin, I just want you to know that upon hearing of my potential bad mood - as well as my Muse putting "Blow up the Outside World" on repeat in my head - the Lorichan-muse quoted, "Y'all can just suck me" and hauled off and punched the Danaoryn-muse for absolutely no reason that I can see. Which did absolutely nothing for the Danaoryn-muse's day, but it seemed to make the Lori-muse's a little better.)
2. Day At The Post. Which usually translates to, "I spend a little too much time in the post office on campus." I can't help it. I like receiving and sending mail. (Speaking of, kwishin, saintlyloins, aestusargenteus, you all have packages or something vaguely resembling a package, courtesy of my shopping related ADHD, in the mail, to be arriving at some point within the next couple of days. Although, kwishin, your package didn't show up today. I was very disappointed. I'll call you when it gets here, though.)
3. Payday. When payday stops being fun and starts meaning, "oh, great, now I can pay that bill," I think I'm going to have to break down and cry. Obviously, Never Never Land is way out of my reach and probably has been since I was about ten, but the fact that I enjoy payday is a sign of youth I'm clinging to.
4. Writing in the present tense. This used to annoy me, but now I'm kind of fond of it, stylistically speaking. It's seductive. Also? I will never be tired of the phrase, "It starts like this."
5. Pretty much any of Rumi's poetry. I'm not as taken with poetry as I am with prose, mostly because I have two left feet and ten thumbs when it comes to writing it. So while I'll read it every once in awhile and go, "Okay, see, I enjoyed that poem a lot" it's kind of rare that I sit there and go, "Fates fuck it all I wish I'd written that." Which is the response pretty much all of Rumi's stuff induces.
CONCLUSION:
It must be noted that I didn't find making the list nearly as theraputic as writing, but I've never been much of a positive thinker.
At any rate, I did get out to the post office, so there are packages incoming. Sort of.
Eh heh.