L, U, a E
Hmm, that was odd, for a second it flashed tomorrow's date for the time of this journal posting before correcting itself.
Question of the day: Is love (with a semi-assumed "romantic" preceding love) immature?
This spawned from a comment in a book I was reading on singles life vs. marriage. The book brought up a lot of interesting points on why people from generation X have a hard time getting married, but it was kind of hard not to take everything with a grain of salt, as the success and failure stories seem just as easily explained by percentages. Don't know why I was reading this book in the first place -- I'm not even a member of the target audience, and it was obvious within three pages that this was the case, so I have no excuse for finishing the damn thing. But I did, and there's nothing I can do about it now.
I've been exploring volunteering opportunities, and one that really caught my eye was being a victim advocate for people affected by domestic violence. On the one hand, I have no experience with such a thing, and I don't know how well I could deal with the real life stress these people are going through, but then, it sounds more... I don't know, needed? than the other things I was looking at. I'm thinking I'll start with something safer and check back in a couple of months.
I've checked a couple of more places for potential jobs, and seen a few that look plausible, but I haven't sent my resume anywhere else yet.
I had to go back to work yesterday, and found out I really liked sleeping during "normal" hours. Back in my pre-college days I was slightly a morning person, so maybe underlying years of night shifts is that same morning person struggling to break free. Probably has something to do with biorhythms or mental wiring or astrology. Yeah, it's Saturn's fault.
I have this urge to unhook from all safety nets, real or imagined, move to a new city and just see what happens. I mean, I have enough fake retirement money to do it, so why not? My common sense is so far stifling the urge, but I keep having this nagging suspicion that my common sense is just plain wrong. Sigh.
To sum up: quinoa. It's cool, because it's tasty and has lots of vowels.
Question of the day: Is love (with a semi-assumed "romantic" preceding love) immature?
This spawned from a comment in a book I was reading on singles life vs. marriage. The book brought up a lot of interesting points on why people from generation X have a hard time getting married, but it was kind of hard not to take everything with a grain of salt, as the success and failure stories seem just as easily explained by percentages. Don't know why I was reading this book in the first place -- I'm not even a member of the target audience, and it was obvious within three pages that this was the case, so I have no excuse for finishing the damn thing. But I did, and there's nothing I can do about it now.
I've been exploring volunteering opportunities, and one that really caught my eye was being a victim advocate for people affected by domestic violence. On the one hand, I have no experience with such a thing, and I don't know how well I could deal with the real life stress these people are going through, but then, it sounds more... I don't know, needed? than the other things I was looking at. I'm thinking I'll start with something safer and check back in a couple of months.
I've checked a couple of more places for potential jobs, and seen a few that look plausible, but I haven't sent my resume anywhere else yet.
I had to go back to work yesterday, and found out I really liked sleeping during "normal" hours. Back in my pre-college days I was slightly a morning person, so maybe underlying years of night shifts is that same morning person struggling to break free. Probably has something to do with biorhythms or mental wiring or astrology. Yeah, it's Saturn's fault.
I have this urge to unhook from all safety nets, real or imagined, move to a new city and just see what happens. I mean, I have enough fake retirement money to do it, so why not? My common sense is so far stifling the urge, but I keep having this nagging suspicion that my common sense is just plain wrong. Sigh.
To sum up: quinoa. It's cool, because it's tasty and has lots of vowels.