can you hear me?
Teen angst.
But now we're twenty plus.
What do we call our angstiness. It ain't teeny. It ain't even there that much.
I got happier when I got poorer. But I miss my poetry and literary analysis; I don't long for its return.
I don't want to read Hume.
But that doesn't mean I want to read Nora Roberts either.
It's not that I don't want to think anymore.
It's that I don't want to think "deep thoughts" or have existential battles in my head.
I suddenly have a weird desire to learn something practicle. Something useful to a person that supports themselves and would like to do a better job at that.
Is this weird?
But now we're twenty plus.
What do we call our angstiness. It ain't teeny. It ain't even there that much.
I got happier when I got poorer. But I miss my poetry and literary analysis; I don't long for its return.
I don't want to read Hume.
But that doesn't mean I want to read Nora Roberts either.
It's not that I don't want to think anymore.
It's that I don't want to think "deep thoughts" or have existential battles in my head.
I suddenly have a weird desire to learn something practicle. Something useful to a person that supports themselves and would like to do a better job at that.
Is this weird?