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I'm in the process of moving into a new place with a new roommate about 2 blocks up the street from where I live now. Change is good I guess but I'm sad that Beverly and I are splitting up. I never got around to mentioning that for no reason at all we stopped speaking to each other for 10 months. Can you believe that? In our tiny apartment we somehow managed to avoid saying anything to each other for 10 entire months. It was weird and I didn't get it and whenever people asked about it I just shrugged it off and said it would all blow over eventually. And then one day it did. We started talking on a Sunday morning in June and didn't stop for almost two hours. We stood in the kitchen and had the kind of conversation that you only get to have with your best friend. It was like the previous 10 months never happened, except her hair was longer and I had a few new pairs of shoes.
So later this week I'll be living with this guy I know only as an acquaintance. He seems cool and I think we're similar and easy to live with so everything should be great. Plus he knows all about computers and networking and wires, cables, modems and ports which is perfect because I find most of that crap to be nauseating. I'll be in charge of furniture placement and organization, lucky for him. I'm also good at taking things apart and putting them back together. Moving is such a pain in the ass.
I'm taking a career course at Emory on Saturday mornings. I know it sounds blah and it sort of is blah. We take a few aptitude tests which are bullshit but there's a lot more to it than just that so I'm trying to be optimistic and get whatever I can from it. This has been wearing on me for the last two years of my life and I don't feel any closer to knowing what I'm doing or where I want to go or whatever it is that I swear everyone else has figured out already. Except they haven't and I know this because the class is mostly made up of people in their 30s who are 5 years into their careers and completely miserable. You can hear it in their voice and see the blood pressure in their face when they talk about it. It's like a collection of the rock-bottom, most lackluster, ready to die group of human beings you've ever seen. And our desks are arranged in a circle so we all have to sit there and just stare at each other in the face. It's so awesome.
So later this week I'll be living with this guy I know only as an acquaintance. He seems cool and I think we're similar and easy to live with so everything should be great. Plus he knows all about computers and networking and wires, cables, modems and ports which is perfect because I find most of that crap to be nauseating. I'll be in charge of furniture placement and organization, lucky for him. I'm also good at taking things apart and putting them back together. Moving is such a pain in the ass.
I'm taking a career course at Emory on Saturday mornings. I know it sounds blah and it sort of is blah. We take a few aptitude tests which are bullshit but there's a lot more to it than just that so I'm trying to be optimistic and get whatever I can from it. This has been wearing on me for the last two years of my life and I don't feel any closer to knowing what I'm doing or where I want to go or whatever it is that I swear everyone else has figured out already. Except they haven't and I know this because the class is mostly made up of people in their 30s who are 5 years into their careers and completely miserable. You can hear it in their voice and see the blood pressure in their face when they talk about it. It's like a collection of the rock-bottom, most lackluster, ready to die group of human beings you've ever seen. And our desks are arranged in a circle so we all have to sit there and just stare at each other in the face. It's so awesome.