twentysomething angst
today, i showed up for a meeting that a fair few people were keen to have last week...and not so keen this week. and i'm not sure i can keep showing up for them, let alone calling them. and i keep trying to think that what we're trying to do is important - and it is - but i can't do much on my own.
then i sat around and whined and whined and whined some more until the chicken-pony got sick of it and took me for ice-cream. a lemon-lime sorbet and a good thunderstorm drenching later, i was damp and cranky and far from home.
this essay is the final straw. it's the most materially immediate subject i've ever taken, which only makes me, the arts student, feel even more helpless, ensconced in good fortune and class privilege (because, as an asian migrant lesbian woman, what other privileges do i have but economic good fortune??) and her own navel-gazing angst.
i need to feel more causative.
then i sat around and whined and whined and whined some more until the chicken-pony got sick of it and took me for ice-cream. a lemon-lime sorbet and a good thunderstorm drenching later, i was damp and cranky and far from home.
this essay is the final straw. it's the most materially immediate subject i've ever taken, which only makes me, the arts student, feel even more helpless, ensconced in good fortune and class privilege (because, as an asian migrant lesbian woman, what other privileges do i have but economic good fortune??) and her own navel-gazing angst.
i need to feel more causative.