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Nov 08, 2011 06:20

Terrible terrible night for terrible terrible reasons.  That is, petty ones.  I got depressed over an essay the thirteen-year-old wrote.  Depressed because she got an 89.5 and her friend got a 95.  Depressed because her friend always does better (in English!) and I feel deep in my bones that she shouldn't.  (I am affronted by it every time! But if ( Read more... )

petty concerns, depression

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petercampbell November 9 2011, 20:12:58 UTC
Trying to make your family the best, and to have the best, must come out of some long-seated evolutionary need to ensure the survival of your genetic line: everyone feels the way you do, to some degree. Which is not to say we SHOULD feel that way, but we're slaves to our genetic impulses to a large degree.

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