Inconsequential update
You know what they say: one never believes in karma until it bites one in the ass (AP style!). I'm not quite sure what I've done to deserve mine, but clearly I am reaping the rewards and punishments.
It's not that January 2008 is SO SO bad - it's mostly that it seems intent on reminding me that "Hey! I am not January 2007!" Which is fine, and I relish change and challenges, even if I use them sometimes in my self-made hair shirt of college student grievances. But I do not relish being stalked by a crappy New Year's kiss, or being kicked by a homeless man, or even suddenly discovering that some people are a lot crazier than I might have thought. Are the great grand forces of the universe trying to tell me something? To mix it up, or work harder, or be nicer to my mother? (Well, probably the last one).
Life is certainly not all awful, or even mostly awful. Air smells cleaner, food tastes better, I have a weekly subscription to The Economist which, believe me, is all it takes to win my heart. My sojourn in Oaxaca sent me back feeling very, very lucky - most of the time. I haven't been attacked by a Siberian tiger (oh, SF Zoo); I haven't been murdered by a psychopath in the Georgia mountains; Obama is probably going to win the nomination (take that, shrewtee ;)). My Dutch teacher seems to have much faith in my ability to snag myself a Nederlander husband, so that's something, I suppose.
40:60?
It's not that January 2008 is SO SO bad - it's mostly that it seems intent on reminding me that "Hey! I am not January 2007!" Which is fine, and I relish change and challenges, even if I use them sometimes in my self-made hair shirt of college student grievances. But I do not relish being stalked by a crappy New Year's kiss, or being kicked by a homeless man, or even suddenly discovering that some people are a lot crazier than I might have thought. Are the great grand forces of the universe trying to tell me something? To mix it up, or work harder, or be nicer to my mother? (Well, probably the last one).
Life is certainly not all awful, or even mostly awful. Air smells cleaner, food tastes better, I have a weekly subscription to The Economist which, believe me, is all it takes to win my heart. My sojourn in Oaxaca sent me back feeling very, very lucky - most of the time. I haven't been attacked by a Siberian tiger (oh, SF Zoo); I haven't been murdered by a psychopath in the Georgia mountains; Obama is probably going to win the nomination (take that, shrewtee ;)). My Dutch teacher seems to have much faith in my ability to snag myself a Nederlander husband, so that's something, I suppose.
40:60?