Bitch bitch bitch
At first I didn't really think too much of it. It's Labor Day weekend, it's a nice evening, not too muggy, hell - it's a friday. I honestly thought for a while that I'd enjoy the arrival of a new academic year. After all, everyone gets to start a new chapter, new perspectives, more of a sense of busy-ness, things can be less stagnant, more dynamic. Work can be done! But instead, I'm finding that I'm really starting to despise this time of the year. There must be an underlying cause for this extreme sense of utter disgust, reproach, abhorrence, loathing (can't find the mot juste). I guess it's not so much that I detest all the people that have decided to fill every crevice of campus. It's more just a general sense of annoyance at the inevitable transition that is the new school year. . .
Now I know that can't be right - I'm one of the last people I know to oppose change. I might even go so far as to say I take pride in my usually successful attempts to seamlessly adapt to change. It must be something else.
So I come home from a long bbq evening. Now, most of my labmates are good people. I'm not really complaining about them at all. And even the ones I hung out with tonight, despite being from toxicology and not my actual labmates, were upstanding decent people. They're nice, considerate, can have intelligent conversations. But their sense of fun just doesn't quite match with mine, or at least what I consider to be mine. They're not a group of people I can picture bursting out into laughter without the aid of hard liquor or marijuana (the sxe lingers on). I really think that's it. Their laughter doesn't burst. You have to work it in gradually. You start off with normal conversation, ease in the jokes, they pick and pry at the topic with a faint smile, you talk more gibberish, continue this cycle over and over and eventually you start getting some moments of laughter. No burst. No guffaw. A slow crescendo to a quaint tee hee. There's something precious about uncontrolled, uninhibited, unexplained laughter. Tonight was one of those contrived laughter nights.
It didn't help much to come home to two next-door neighbor houses full of new kids on the block. Neighbor house #1, with no one in sight, was playing some horrible new wave muzak at a decibel level one typically saves for music one likes to impress people with, or to annoy them to death with. Neighbor house #2 was housing some idiots who had no concept of just how big a couch can really be before it no longer fits through the basement window. In addition, the latter neighbors gleefully parked their car behind my house whilst having several spaces open behind their own house. I don't even own a car, but for some reason that whole concept of people just parking where they please in a spot that is rightfully ours and NOT theirs, thinking they hit some untouched gold mine for them to hoard - that just pisses me off to the point of vigilante-justice-mode.
For some reason that parking thing really just annoys the hell out of me. You're privileged enough, college boy, to have a car so you think you should be privileged enough to park wherever you want despite the number of houses that share the same lot. Urge to kill rising.
You see, something must be wrong. I never get this pissy. Oh, right. I remember why now. Instead of this weekend being my three days of debaucherous cleansing-of-the-soul to say farewell to those hot summer nights and to say hello to the hullabaloo of a new school season, I get to sit around and contemplate just what will happen during that dreadful hour under the knife. I really hope this hernia surgery goes okay, and everything else that needs to get fixed down there. Michigan has good surgeons. That's where my tax dollars go.
I'm getting tired. I'm feeling like I need to just sleep off all this negativity.
Now I know that can't be right - I'm one of the last people I know to oppose change. I might even go so far as to say I take pride in my usually successful attempts to seamlessly adapt to change. It must be something else.
So I come home from a long bbq evening. Now, most of my labmates are good people. I'm not really complaining about them at all. And even the ones I hung out with tonight, despite being from toxicology and not my actual labmates, were upstanding decent people. They're nice, considerate, can have intelligent conversations. But their sense of fun just doesn't quite match with mine, or at least what I consider to be mine. They're not a group of people I can picture bursting out into laughter without the aid of hard liquor or marijuana (the sxe lingers on). I really think that's it. Their laughter doesn't burst. You have to work it in gradually. You start off with normal conversation, ease in the jokes, they pick and pry at the topic with a faint smile, you talk more gibberish, continue this cycle over and over and eventually you start getting some moments of laughter. No burst. No guffaw. A slow crescendo to a quaint tee hee. There's something precious about uncontrolled, uninhibited, unexplained laughter. Tonight was one of those contrived laughter nights.
It didn't help much to come home to two next-door neighbor houses full of new kids on the block. Neighbor house #1, with no one in sight, was playing some horrible new wave muzak at a decibel level one typically saves for music one likes to impress people with, or to annoy them to death with. Neighbor house #2 was housing some idiots who had no concept of just how big a couch can really be before it no longer fits through the basement window. In addition, the latter neighbors gleefully parked their car behind my house whilst having several spaces open behind their own house. I don't even own a car, but for some reason that whole concept of people just parking where they please in a spot that is rightfully ours and NOT theirs, thinking they hit some untouched gold mine for them to hoard - that just pisses me off to the point of vigilante-justice-mode.
For some reason that parking thing really just annoys the hell out of me. You're privileged enough, college boy, to have a car so you think you should be privileged enough to park wherever you want despite the number of houses that share the same lot. Urge to kill rising.
You see, something must be wrong. I never get this pissy. Oh, right. I remember why now. Instead of this weekend being my three days of debaucherous cleansing-of-the-soul to say farewell to those hot summer nights and to say hello to the hullabaloo of a new school season, I get to sit around and contemplate just what will happen during that dreadful hour under the knife. I really hope this hernia surgery goes okay, and everything else that needs to get fixed down there. Michigan has good surgeons. That's where my tax dollars go.
I'm getting tired. I'm feeling like I need to just sleep off all this negativity.