The Essay Must Be Written By Yourself in Either Japanese or English
WHY CAN'T I WRITE THESE STUDY ABROAD ESSAYS??? I had no idea there were so many cliches just waiting in the wings of my brain, ready to reek havoc on REALLY IMPORTANT STUFF like this essay. I'm probably over-thinking things, as usual. When composing a list of likes and dislikes, I could think of a gazillion things I really like, but practically nothing that I dislike. The list literally sat with "pickles" for a good five minutes. The thing is, the things I really dislike make me look like an ass. This list includes: tacky home decor, believing in Santa Claus, burgers with more than one meat patty, babies on planes [and snakes on planes!], ill-chosen clothing, soft jazz, zealous religiousness, taxes, and people who are too perky.
I have braved the first social setting meet-up with the ex. NEW RULE: never date within group of friends unless compelled by some kind of irrevocable leaning of fate that you are ABSOLUTELY SURE OF. In actuality, the hang-out wasn't bad. We were both insistent on making it as amiable and easy as possible, both for each other and everyone else. Another law of the universe: in relationships, someone always has to hold on a little tighter than the other, to believe in things with a little more fire. It just has to be that way, or else in moments of crisis, no one can break a stalemate. There is no way I'm going to be the person that cares more in my next relationship; I don't have enough energy, and I need a change of pace. I don't know, Chris and I were never convincingly good for each other, and I don't hold anything against him personally (he is an excellent person), but my ideals have been thrown a bit. I used to think that a really good relationship came from not playing the stupid games propagated by mainstream cinema, but now I see how elusive trust is, to trust in someone's romantic feelings. It almost feels like a joke to me, a trick of nature to carry on the species that humans have dramatized into something far more epic than it actually is because we can't escape it. I'm just going to leave those feelings in the hands of the writers, who can cage them best. Love is a plot device. I'll change my mind in time. And that was my pessimism threshold for the night.
In other news, this weekend was pretty fun. The party on Saturday was kind of awful at first: this guy on Ashley's campaign brought over 60 people to our house, 60+ strangers. It was not a little terrifying, and enormously skeezy-feeling seeing as our apartment isn't particularly large. Eventually, Johnna, myself, Manu, and a smaller posse left for Matt's house, which was awesome for us but resulted in some bad blood with housemates/party-throwers Ashley and Amos, who were sticking to the usual pattern of "throw a party and make Liz and Johnna clean it up." They cleaned it up, we bounced and had way more fun at Matt's, and nothing was stolen from our apartment! Success!
Off to read before bed :)
Liz
I have braved the first social setting meet-up with the ex. NEW RULE: never date within group of friends unless compelled by some kind of irrevocable leaning of fate that you are ABSOLUTELY SURE OF. In actuality, the hang-out wasn't bad. We were both insistent on making it as amiable and easy as possible, both for each other and everyone else. Another law of the universe: in relationships, someone always has to hold on a little tighter than the other, to believe in things with a little more fire. It just has to be that way, or else in moments of crisis, no one can break a stalemate. There is no way I'm going to be the person that cares more in my next relationship; I don't have enough energy, and I need a change of pace. I don't know, Chris and I were never convincingly good for each other, and I don't hold anything against him personally (he is an excellent person), but my ideals have been thrown a bit. I used to think that a really good relationship came from not playing the stupid games propagated by mainstream cinema, but now I see how elusive trust is, to trust in someone's romantic feelings. It almost feels like a joke to me, a trick of nature to carry on the species that humans have dramatized into something far more epic than it actually is because we can't escape it. I'm just going to leave those feelings in the hands of the writers, who can cage them best. Love is a plot device. I'll change my mind in time. And that was my pessimism threshold for the night.
In other news, this weekend was pretty fun. The party on Saturday was kind of awful at first: this guy on Ashley's campaign brought over 60 people to our house, 60+ strangers. It was not a little terrifying, and enormously skeezy-feeling seeing as our apartment isn't particularly large. Eventually, Johnna, myself, Manu, and a smaller posse left for Matt's house, which was awesome for us but resulted in some bad blood with housemates/party-throwers Ashley and Amos, who were sticking to the usual pattern of "throw a party and make Liz and Johnna clean it up." They cleaned it up, we bounced and had way more fun at Matt's, and nothing was stolen from our apartment! Success!
Off to read before bed :)
Liz