Today I spent a few hours in the library and made some notes for my thesis defense. They sent me an email this morning and told me to go do it on Monday, so I'm feeling kind of nervous. A friend has told me she wants to listen to me practice tomorrow and that she will try her best to ask mean questions to prepare me (my kind of friend).
I think I haven't said this before, but my thesis is on contemporary theatre, which is what I'm most interested in pursuing when I think about a career in academia.
On another note, I spent the whole morning listening to Chopin and I really like it :). I figured getting into classical music one musician at a time would be easier.
Tomorrow the application period for masters programs is also starting, which I'm not chill about at all. It will be tomorrow when I know if the program I'm interested in has any space for me to enroll. Anyway, I sort of manifested it too hard this past month for it to be any other way, right? ...right?
Warsan Shire, from “Midnight in the Foreign Food Aisle”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
Forgiveness is about making peace with reality. It means you let go of your inner resistance regarding present circumstances and what led to them. As a result, you are free to fully focus on how to move forward productively. Forgiveness does not mean that you approve of what you are forgiving. It is not the same as condoning. When you forgive yourself, it means you are being gentle and honest. When you forgive others, it means you are being compassionate and sane.
"The Unbearable Lightness of Being", Milan Kundera (translated by Michael Henry Heim)
*starts fucking sobbing*
Czeslaw Milosz, from “Ode,” in New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
[text ID: O October Season of poetry, of the total daring Of starting one’s life at every moment anew,]
If you think people used to willingly stare off into the distance before smartphones, my dad told me he had this psychology assignment when he was in college in the 80s which was basically
Go to a restaraunt by yourself and eat a meal without a newspaper or journal or anything else to keep you occupied and then write a report about it
Which tells me that this was a way for a professor to inflict psychological torture on their students and that people used to bring little things with them to keep them entertained. Shown by those old pictures of everyone in a trolley reading a newspaper with one hand.
Frankly I think that the human brain has been craving smart phone forever. Perhaps we use it too much at times but if this was 1985 we also wouldn’t be talking to people. We’d just be looking at newspaper or drawing stuff on notepad instead. And the old people would all be shaking their fists about how kids spend too much time looking at that damn TV because yes this discourse has been going on long before smart phone
“Fuck you my child is fine.” Your child is emotionally attached to unstable social outcast characters.