How Can We Feel Nostalgia For Something We Never Knew?
Work was so exhausting today. I think I'm going to die if I have to do this the rest of the summer. I spent 95% of my 9 hrs. at work scrubbing (and I do mean scrubbing!) floors and doing dishes and laundry. My back hurts. My feet hurt. Rah. I don't know why I do this to myself.
However, post-work festivities were decent. Lauren, you missed stalking the Target boy bringing in the carts. :( Haha. Poor thing. We also attempted to stalk an unsuspecting worker at Jewel, but the dumbfuck didn't even notice.
Yay for the Chalked-Up Chicas leaving messages on driveways! Even a really boring and depressing movie couldn't keep us down.
Elizabeth's LJ entry that tied in Gatsby and Che Guevara quotes was amazing, though she apparently decided to delete it. WTF? She's such an amazing writer/philosopher. I can't believe she didn't get into the U. of C. I guess some things in life just don't make sense. Her ending quote ("How can we feel nostalgia for something we never knew?") killed me. I think, though, that there is no real battle to speak of between rationality and (for lack of a better term) romantic impulse. We will always delude ourselves, constructing grand illusions out of nothing in the hope that something will change...that THEY will change...even though we know beforehand that they won't. "So we beat on, boats against the current, born back ceaselessly into the past."
Why is it that deep down we know and yet we persist in blindly fighting the fate that, like the current, is unchangeable?
Only a shattering event will jolt us out of our self-deception. This process is inevitable. Gatsby's case was exceptional due only to the extraordinary amount of time and passion that he devoted to crafting his illusion. The more vast the illusion, the greater its destructive power. Gatsby possessed an unparalleled imaginative capacity, and it was because of this that his disillusionment was so unparalleled, so all-consuming, so shattering.
Not that I should be dramatic about this. I would have liked to think that it was due to my laudatory rationality that I have remained unscathed. I realize, however, that I owe my protection to the fact that each time my realization has come soon enough, before I was too invested. I suppose that's all we can hope for--a quick awakening.
Blah, I don't know what I'm rambling about. It's too late...I'm too tired to write anything that makes sense...
Last night, I had a dream that I was making out with a guy and enjoying it. Weird. I dunno what precipitated that dream sequence. I think I was having a conversation w/ someone and they commented that it was weird that I sometimes just skip 1st and go right to 2nd base. Somehow, though, making out seems so much more personal than other stuff...something reserved only for people you really care about. I dunno. Am I the only person who thinks this way? Why can't I have normal dreams??
However, post-work festivities were decent. Lauren, you missed stalking the Target boy bringing in the carts. :( Haha. Poor thing. We also attempted to stalk an unsuspecting worker at Jewel, but the dumbfuck didn't even notice.
Yay for the Chalked-Up Chicas leaving messages on driveways! Even a really boring and depressing movie couldn't keep us down.
Elizabeth's LJ entry that tied in Gatsby and Che Guevara quotes was amazing, though she apparently decided to delete it. WTF? She's such an amazing writer/philosopher. I can't believe she didn't get into the U. of C. I guess some things in life just don't make sense. Her ending quote ("How can we feel nostalgia for something we never knew?") killed me. I think, though, that there is no real battle to speak of between rationality and (for lack of a better term) romantic impulse. We will always delude ourselves, constructing grand illusions out of nothing in the hope that something will change...that THEY will change...even though we know beforehand that they won't. "So we beat on, boats against the current, born back ceaselessly into the past."
Why is it that deep down we know and yet we persist in blindly fighting the fate that, like the current, is unchangeable?
Only a shattering event will jolt us out of our self-deception. This process is inevitable. Gatsby's case was exceptional due only to the extraordinary amount of time and passion that he devoted to crafting his illusion. The more vast the illusion, the greater its destructive power. Gatsby possessed an unparalleled imaginative capacity, and it was because of this that his disillusionment was so unparalleled, so all-consuming, so shattering.
Not that I should be dramatic about this. I would have liked to think that it was due to my laudatory rationality that I have remained unscathed. I realize, however, that I owe my protection to the fact that each time my realization has come soon enough, before I was too invested. I suppose that's all we can hope for--a quick awakening.
Blah, I don't know what I'm rambling about. It's too late...I'm too tired to write anything that makes sense...
Last night, I had a dream that I was making out with a guy and enjoying it. Weird. I dunno what precipitated that dream sequence. I think I was having a conversation w/ someone and they commented that it was weird that I sometimes just skip 1st and go right to 2nd base. Somehow, though, making out seems so much more personal than other stuff...something reserved only for people you really care about. I dunno. Am I the only person who thinks this way? Why can't I have normal dreams??