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On the Edge of Ruin (How The Simpsons Made Me Cry)
I can't seem to get started today. Not to say that I haven't studied, but I am incredibly off schedule, and I am starting to contemplate just taking my next two exams cold. I'm a smart guy. I was disciplined and studied pretty hard over the last five weeks. I should know my shit. I'm lean, I'm mean, I'm a fighting machine (metaphorically speaking of course). I should be stomping ass and taking no prisoners, right? Right. This is probably something like what Hannibal said before he tried to march his elephants to Rome. Or what Napoleon said right before winter came and he marched his armies to Moscow.
Although I must say, it is easier to plan the conquest of entire continents than to contemplate studying immunology and pathology all day today, thanks to Freeciv. I think I should just type "rm -rf *". Or better yet, take a hammer to my hard drive. I've never liked dealing with things head on if I didn't have to, I suppose.
But this morning's dream left me kind of tired. (The ever-ticking clock is starting to piss me off.) Quite ludicrously, I think it may have been because of the two "Simpsons" episodes I watched yesterday. One was the "Guatemalan Insanity Peppers" episode (I really do think that capsaicin can get you high.), where the vision-quest coyote tells Homer to find his soulmate. Homer begins to doubt whether Marge is his soulmate because she doesn't understand him, so he wanders around Springfield all lonely and forlorn, with Janis Ian's "At Seventeen". playing in the background. (Read the lyrics. They're really depressing.)
The other episode was about Lisa's crush on her substitute teacher. Basically it was about finding someone who really changes your life and then being unable to hold on them.
Lisa: Where's Mr. Bergstrom?
And then he leaves her life forever. (This quote got to me: "Anybody who really cares will abandon you for those who need it more...." It's really more about class issues, but I think it works on a personal level too, somehow.)
Add in my random floating thoughts while I was taking my exam yesterday, and you've got the recipe for another existential crisis. It all just put into my head that life is a futile cycle of finding and losing, with ultimately little to no gain. But I should be OK with that. Balance. The Art of Not-Wanting. Thermodynamics. And the kitchen sink, too.<<reverse | forward>> | index | beginning