It's very offensive.
Hiya all you overachievers, sittin' in your intern desks and struggling to cope with the dilemma of accepting the right Ivy League offer. Oh no, life is terrible because you can't decide whether Yale will afford you the academic freedom that Small But Selective And Prestigious Liberal Arts College can. It sucks. It really does, and no one else can understand. Life is so hard. Oh hey, why not create a poll on Facebook to get some discussion goin'.
Wanna know what's scary? (You probably don't.) Not knowing where you're going to end up in because of the unusual lack of higher ed-related mail, and the horrible famine of interviews amidst friends who keep getting calls and then get anxious because they haven't heard back in like, 2 days.
You want to know what's scarier? The sudden dearth of possibility in your life. Lying in bed at 2 a.m., trying to fall asleep with worry all over the blanket. Making amendments to your ambitions. Amending. Your. Ambitions. Is that not the most depressing thing there is in the path to self-actualization? If you call it pragmatism like it's the beautiful panacea to the problems of scarcity and limitation, I say I'm not voting for you in the future.
I am going to state this: there is the final layer of Scary, and that is getting blamed for your own status quo, which is pretty shitty. (Understatement is at play here.) Yes, hard work will get you places, et merde et merde, but it doesn't determine the outcome of your effort. Sure it contributes to the end result, but people look at mediocrity and are quick to ascribe it to personal shortcomings, laziness, lack of brilliance.
I should kill myself. (Kidding. My teacher once said that during a lecture and it alarmed more than it amused.)
To everyone who feels mediocre, jilted and fazed by the future: don't you dare forget the dignity of leading a life unperturbed by judgement. It's older than the hills, and certainly older than that course which ignored you.
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