This weather has me wanting love more tangible...
"I'm afraid I'm going to end up putting my life on hold for 4 years."
"Then don't."
Yesterday I asked him, and he told me something that nobody else has. He said that it was healthy, he said that it was worth staying for, he said that I'd be an idiot to give it all up. He told me to be realistic, but at the same time, to not be ashamed of my hopes and aspirations and to accept the fact that those hopes and aspirations just might not be all that naive after all. I should have asked him months ago, but I didn't.
Why should I listen to him when the prevailing consensus has been to abandon ship, swim towards shore? Because it's his livelihood, and he knows what he's fucking talking about.
"It was the most uncomfortable afternoon of my life thus far, sitting on my dorm bed, listening to the phone ring, over and over and over, knowing it was her, unable to bear the thought of answering it, unwilling to get up and leave the room, utterly incapable of facing her."
Work has been, well, work, but I've enjoyed it a hell of a lot more so far than I did all last summer. It's probably due mostly to the fact that I am seated in a server room where I can't hear all the other miserable employees bitching for 9 hours, which leads to me not being miserable and in turn not bitching for 9 hours either. Either that or the pay raise.
Couldn't be both.
11 years? 12? I can never remember how long. Remind me?
(P.S. How's that for disjointed and lacking cohesion and thematic unity? One-up!)
"Then don't."
Yesterday I asked him, and he told me something that nobody else has. He said that it was healthy, he said that it was worth staying for, he said that I'd be an idiot to give it all up. He told me to be realistic, but at the same time, to not be ashamed of my hopes and aspirations and to accept the fact that those hopes and aspirations just might not be all that naive after all. I should have asked him months ago, but I didn't.
Why should I listen to him when the prevailing consensus has been to abandon ship, swim towards shore? Because it's his livelihood, and he knows what he's fucking talking about.
"It was the most uncomfortable afternoon of my life thus far, sitting on my dorm bed, listening to the phone ring, over and over and over, knowing it was her, unable to bear the thought of answering it, unwilling to get up and leave the room, utterly incapable of facing her."
Work has been, well, work, but I've enjoyed it a hell of a lot more so far than I did all last summer. It's probably due mostly to the fact that I am seated in a server room where I can't hear all the other miserable employees bitching for 9 hours, which leads to me not being miserable and in turn not bitching for 9 hours either. Either that or the pay raise.
Couldn't be both.
11 years? 12? I can never remember how long. Remind me?
(P.S. How's that for disjointed and lacking cohesion and thematic unity? One-up!)