Funny When the Urge hits you...
I knew the moment I posted anything about myself and my prof having a conversation over coffee, SOMEONE was going to make some tasteless joke about it being a jailbait situation. I realize the person was joking, but I hate that nowadays that's something that people can easily contemplate, cause it ACTUALLY HAPPENS. *shudder* I'd never even think of going there. Besides, this prof is married with kids and is like, sixty.
Joke about something else.
I think in some way I'm always looking for mentor figures. It would be easier if my father were alive, but since he's not the urge to have some sort of male role model again, even in a friendly capacity, is very appealing to me. It's hard to explain that to people who have fathers. They have their male figure, whether they realize it or not. My father died right when I hit puberty, so all through my years of becoming the woman that I am, he wasn't there to guide me at all.
Of course, this prof of mine wouldn't be guiding me in life, persay. But he would be guiding me in writing, which is an incredibly important part of who I am. I don't think I should feel weird or bad about wanting to spend time with someone who has always treated me like a fellow writer, amateur as I may be, rather than some silly undergrad grasping at straws. Why does friendship always have to be turned into some shifty perverted thing? There's no need for that.
Interesting thing: most of the people who have spent years telling me that I'm not as good as they are, suddenly seem to be collapsing under their own rhetoric. Scary to realize that actually, you're quite stable by comparison.
- Isilwen Tari
Joke about something else.
I think in some way I'm always looking for mentor figures. It would be easier if my father were alive, but since he's not the urge to have some sort of male role model again, even in a friendly capacity, is very appealing to me. It's hard to explain that to people who have fathers. They have their male figure, whether they realize it or not. My father died right when I hit puberty, so all through my years of becoming the woman that I am, he wasn't there to guide me at all.
Of course, this prof of mine wouldn't be guiding me in life, persay. But he would be guiding me in writing, which is an incredibly important part of who I am. I don't think I should feel weird or bad about wanting to spend time with someone who has always treated me like a fellow writer, amateur as I may be, rather than some silly undergrad grasping at straws. Why does friendship always have to be turned into some shifty perverted thing? There's no need for that.
Interesting thing: most of the people who have spent years telling me that I'm not as good as they are, suddenly seem to be collapsing under their own rhetoric. Scary to realize that actually, you're quite stable by comparison.
- Isilwen Tari