Monday, February 16, 2009

This is just to say...

....This afternoon, it dawned on me:

Yes, I was right about all that.

You know, the elusive, nondescript, ever-present All That. The All That which encompasses naysayers, killjoys, whether it was a left or a right at the corner, career dreams, spontaneous risks, the proper role of Chunk Lite Tuna, and the value of broccoli. Gosh, it's good to be vindicated, isn't it?

Which can only lead to one conclusion: I win. And Internet, I'm not sure if you're acquainted with my philosophy, but when I say that I win, it automatically makes it so. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

I mean, there's still graduation and the bar to get through. But in theory, I like it here. I'm good at this. I'm halfway done! The Journal of Fun does not yet make me want to strangle someone. I'm dating a total fox.* Roommate and Sofa are the best roommates ever. That bat never did get into the living room. All things considered, I think we can chalk these things up in the "win" column.


....It's all very "I'm on the right path, but in a snarky way," isn't it? I know. I'm having an excessively holistic day.

Win.




* Darwin, not Sofa.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well, thank you! This is not easy to find hidden among the zillion blog posts about the decision to go to law school. Good to hear this. Good for you. As for the snark factor, you can't help it, it's an unavoidable side-effect. Law school is a snark factory. The snark arrows will pierce your soul and you are helpless against them. Only the rarest of temperaments can transcend this fate. Meh. It is what it is. You've got everything else going for you. Don't sweat the snark. Just don't embrace it too heartily.

Guy Fawkes said...

I completely disagree with the underlying theme of the anonymous comment above this. Embrace the snark. Hard.

Everyone is a pawn of circumstance. It's nice to be the pawn that makes it through to the last row and get traded in for a queen, eh? Hopefully the journal won't "re-pawn" you, so to speak.

In it to my eyeballs said...

Clearly, someone is a new-comer to the fabulousness of You. You should refer Anonymous to some of the basic life lessons that you (and I) have covered in our months as grads. And, can we just state, for the record, that snark is a way of life. WE are the jedi-mother-fucking-knights of snark. And no, it isn't just a product of law school.

Sorry, I just had student meetings all day. I'm sure you understand.

You DO win.

All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson