Life is surprisingly quite banal. The most cherished or heartbreaking moments alike partake of this odd quality. So in the end, what matters is the kind of feeling you put into it.
Today, I experienced something of this sort, a particular feeling of being left behind. The funny thing is that I was in a good mood today, my protective bubble all strong and sturdy. I was dishing out advice left and right, helping a friend get a job, advising a student on a law school application essay, and what-have-you. A day in the life.
But apparently, my large arsenal of motivational cliches (including a huge amount of religious stuff), isn’t enough to sustain the crazy thoughts of an angsty graduate student. I can almost taste the pity that somebody must have felt towards me as she inquired about my usual routine by the coffee machine this morning. Something about saying “I work mostly in my office all day” made it sound all the more pathetic. The funny thing is that, I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else at this point. Either I am just plain unimaginative or I am just flat out a masochist. Oh, and I forgot that one of the choices is that I must just really like what I do.
Just like that ubiquitous farmer in one of the favorite stories of my former boss, good luck, bad luck, who knows?
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