I find it highly amusing how many people think they know what others are going through so often. It's a lofty flight from your world in a nice suburban home to relating to an amputee who served in operation: desert storm. "Oh? You lost your legs in a gun fight in the sands of the middle-east? I TOTALLY know how you feel!" Well...it's nice to think that you do, honey, but you really don't.
And this thought reminds me that classes resume next Tuesday. Honestly? I'm looking forward to my classes, but I'm not looking forward to hearing everybodys personal problems. This was so resentfully brought to my attention by posts on a certain unnamed website that read "sometimes I hate my life." Oh grow up. I've become very involved with people who have grown past the day-to-day drama that seems to revolve around school, and now I've adapted myself to the thought that not everybody I know has to hate their life, hate their family, and backstab everybody they know. Being crammed in a womb-like classroom with such pessimistic dolts is not my idea of fun. It's not quite hell for me, but then again, I haven't seen these people for two months.
Cross your crosses and hope that I can find a sane median!
-Doll
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