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I had a conversation a few nights ago with two people in my program. We were safely engrossed in a lively discussion of dancing, and then my brief comment about not allowing men to booty dance with me turned into a full blown interrogation about my views on dating, which you all know can be quite sketchy. At the end, I was left with a statement of awe and disbelief at the firmness of my ideals.
The firmness of my ideals.
One would think, no? that my entering a program with a group of people who want to pursue public service would land me smack in the middle of high ideals and dedication to purpose. Unfortunately, this seems extremely far from being the case. Well, I guess it's just that the ideals are much more practical than I expected, and revolve primarily around landing a job.
I don't think that way. I can't get my head around it. I don't want a job. I want a lifestyle. Oh, I don't know what I want and now I'm getting huffy, so I think I'll close this entry, make a cup of coffee, and tell you about my lovely day.
And I'm going blues dancing tonight.
The firmness of my ideals.
One would think, no? that my entering a program with a group of people who want to pursue public service would land me smack in the middle of high ideals and dedication to purpose. Unfortunately, this seems extremely far from being the case. Well, I guess it's just that the ideals are much more practical than I expected, and revolve primarily around landing a job.
I don't think that way. I can't get my head around it. I don't want a job. I want a lifestyle. Oh, I don't know what I want and now I'm getting huffy, so I think I'll close this entry, make a cup of coffee, and tell you about my lovely day.
And I'm going blues dancing tonight.