so, apparently blogging is in again.
and thus, i blog.
i feel like poop. seriously, though. and i miss my family, my dog, and my shower. not necessarily in that order. so, what do we do when we feel horrible, children?
that's right. we whine on the internet.
but, my life is not all bad. sure, i'm under enough stress to cause a minor earthquake (see what i did there? oh, tectonic jokes, you will never be old), and i've got two papers i haven't even thought about, and i am not being the nicest person i could be apparently (one hears things), but hey! i am still pretty.
you know, one could compare one's life to various stages of the dairy-making process. one is perfectly content to remain as milk, but alas! the farmer, he says "would you not be better as cream?" so he churns and shakes et voila! one is cream. and then, in the interest of self-improvement, one is churned more and more until one is butter. butter is delicious, provided it is not eaten in stick form, because, well, ew. but butter in itself is good. however, the world at large is not content to let one simply be. well-meaning members of society say to you "you went through all of that trouble to become butter. now, what are you going to do with it?" because, you see, the world has no use for the self-realized butter stick. one must be useful in engineering or education or business to have value. therefore, butter must be combined with other ingredients to create something useful to the world, like a cake or a baked potato. now, these things are good and right and oh so delicious, but hasn't the butter been forced to give up some of its identity in the name of utility and conformity?
some days i feel like the cream in the butter churn of college. i dread the day when i become a stick of butter and actually have to go and do something with myself.
i feel like poop. seriously, though. and i miss my family, my dog, and my shower. not necessarily in that order. so, what do we do when we feel horrible, children?
that's right. we whine on the internet.
but, my life is not all bad. sure, i'm under enough stress to cause a minor earthquake (see what i did there? oh, tectonic jokes, you will never be old), and i've got two papers i haven't even thought about, and i am not being the nicest person i could be apparently (one hears things), but hey! i am still pretty.
you know, one could compare one's life to various stages of the dairy-making process. one is perfectly content to remain as milk, but alas! the farmer, he says "would you not be better as cream?" so he churns and shakes et voila! one is cream. and then, in the interest of self-improvement, one is churned more and more until one is butter. butter is delicious, provided it is not eaten in stick form, because, well, ew. but butter in itself is good. however, the world at large is not content to let one simply be. well-meaning members of society say to you "you went through all of that trouble to become butter. now, what are you going to do with it?" because, you see, the world has no use for the self-realized butter stick. one must be useful in engineering or education or business to have value. therefore, butter must be combined with other ingredients to create something useful to the world, like a cake or a baked potato. now, these things are good and right and oh so delicious, but hasn't the butter been forced to give up some of its identity in the name of utility and conformity?
some days i feel like the cream in the butter churn of college. i dread the day when i become a stick of butter and actually have to go and do something with myself.