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Holy Rollers is a Jesse Eisenberg movie. I somehow thought it would be action-packed and well, thrilling. It was a thought-provoking movie, will give it that much. Just not what the housemate and I were looking to watch as the clock ticked down towards midnight.
Today was like mini-undergrad reunion. In fact, this week, next week and the week after look to be full of reunions. Guess the warmer weather, despite the rain, brings out the social animal in all of us. Folks are looking well, not quite all where they want to be, but getting there. More and more are talking law school, though, and I fervently pray the market's doing much better in four years than it has been lately. Honestly, I'm slightly disturbed by how clearly the lines fall, the inversion between professional and personal success. Perhaps it's unique to DC, perhaps not. Hopefully not? Not sure. Anyway, there are always the lucky few. But it was genuinely reassuring to look around and realize, people are okay. They might not be making six figures just yet and for some, it will never matter if they do or not. I'm slightly envious but not so much. Accepting that their goals are not mine as mine are not theirs has become easier. The best gift, the reason why I feel abashed when complaining about well, anything, is that it's somehow never been easier to reach our goals without knocking each other over the cliff. Who would have imagined this?
At the same time, it also induces some melancholy. My nephew is already seven and who knows how soon the next crop of-ah, crap. I am not thinking this right now.
Today was like mini-undergrad reunion. In fact, this week, next week and the week after look to be full of reunions. Guess the warmer weather, despite the rain, brings out the social animal in all of us. Folks are looking well, not quite all where they want to be, but getting there. More and more are talking law school, though, and I fervently pray the market's doing much better in four years than it has been lately. Honestly, I'm slightly disturbed by how clearly the lines fall, the inversion between professional and personal success. Perhaps it's unique to DC, perhaps not. Hopefully not? Not sure. Anyway, there are always the lucky few. But it was genuinely reassuring to look around and realize, people are okay. They might not be making six figures just yet and for some, it will never matter if they do or not. I'm slightly envious but not so much. Accepting that their goals are not mine as mine are not theirs has become easier. The best gift, the reason why I feel abashed when complaining about well, anything, is that it's somehow never been easier to reach our goals without knocking each other over the cliff. Who would have imagined this?
At the same time, it also induces some melancholy. My nephew is already seven and who knows how soon the next crop of-ah, crap. I am not thinking this right now.