Another difference between student-life and working-life -- time passes *ridiculously* fast in working-life. It's almost obscene. Seriously, it was April about eight seconds ago. Now, people keep telling me that summer's almost over. Aside from my usual dismay about summer ending, since it's my very favorite season ever, the approach of August is particularly distressing this year, since that's the self-imposed deadline for getting the hell away from this sinkhole of appallingness in which I reside. (I almost wish I wasn't anonymous, so that I could tell you where the sinkhole is located, so that no poor unsuspecting soul would ever move there again. Then again, it's not like it's in a place that people tend to think of as lovely anyway, so maybe I shouldn't worry.) Now, if I had stuck to the original plan, which involved spending lots of time researching jobs, writing a decent cover letter and sending out resumes, the impendingness of August may not be so irritating. Of COURSE, I didn't do that. so I have to get on that. know anyone who's hiring in the next three weeks? hey, it could happen.
oh. but my original point about "gee, doesn't time fly?" was that I had completely forgotten that I hadn't posted anything in two months until this weekend, when a friend of mine asked if I had a blog (note: her first question after I admitted to my monologue habit was "Oh. Do people actually read it?" I love her, I do. I just couldn't remember exactly why at that moment. Writing is HARD, people. good writing that people want to read is even harder. don't judge.)
So as I was driving back from her house, I started thinking about blogging. I started this blog mainly to have an outlet for all the random thoughts that, since I'm in this wasteland of no-kindred-spirits, otherwise would die a sad little death on the very synapses that birthed them, and to manage some of the minute-to-minute distress of this first-year associate stuff. And I stopped because... well, because I started realizing that I wasn't very good at writing posts with single cohesive thoughts because I had no time to edit (I feel bad enough taking the time out to auto-write the post in the first place), and I care too much about writing in general and my writing in particular to feel okay with posting things that were sloppy or unedited.
But here's the thing: you can't not do something just because you don't do it perfectly. If everyone only did the things that they did well, they'd be... living in some movie I watched where the mentor-character tells the misguided-youth-character that it's ok to screw up, since that's where I'm shamelessly stealing this thought from. But that's ok, because it's not the originality of the particular thought that matters, but the understanding that it actually applies to you too. and by you I mean me. So, I'm doing this again, because it's fun, and it might suck, but that's okay. And if you hate it, you can leave me a comment and tell me you do, and if you don't, then PLEASE leave a comment and tell me you don't -- because, as much as it's great to not care what people think, who doesn't like it when people like them? exactly.
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