So you think I should just blog again.
Well, fair enough, and I'm honoured that someone is checking in here after all. But, you see, it's kind of tricky too, because it is November after all, peak season for whinging and moping and "the autumn of our discontent". And for some reason lately I seem to be having the same conversation with various dear people over and over again:
The one about how you seem to spend your life wishing for things to pass (like terms, exams, heartbreak, dreary workdays...them especially). And you've come to realize that if you spend your whole life wishing for things to be over, then very likely one day you'll find that your life is, in fact, over. And you spent it lamenting the would-have-beens and wishing for things to be different.
What a scary thought.
No, honestly. As scary as they get.
But, sadly, the epiphany didn't bring the remedy in a pretty, oldfashioned doctor's bag. So I had to devise my own training program.
Well, fair enough, and I'm honoured that someone is checking in here after all. But, you see, it's kind of tricky too, because it is November after all, peak season for whinging and moping and "the autumn of our discontent". And for some reason lately I seem to be having the same conversation with various dear people over and over again:
The one about how you seem to spend your life wishing for things to pass (like terms, exams, heartbreak, dreary workdays...them especially). And you've come to realize that if you spend your whole life wishing for things to be over, then very likely one day you'll find that your life is, in fact, over. And you spent it lamenting the would-have-beens and wishing for things to be different.
What a scary thought.
No, honestly. As scary as they get.
But, sadly, the epiphany didn't bring the remedy in a pretty, oldfashioned doctor's bag. So I had to devise my own training program.
- Step 1: Think happy thoughts. (Bahahahaaaa. See, that cheered me right up!)
- Step 2: Refrain from punching people who suggest you simply stop whinging and get on with it.
- Step 3: Only tell people how you really feel if you think they actually want to know. (This should include Mental Note 3a: If your singing coach/colleague/piano teacher asks you how you are, they are probably just being polite.) Which should lead up to
- Step 4: Cut down on your daily complaint allowance. Gradually, mind you. Going cold turkey might have unforeseeable effects!
- Step 5: Oooh, I dunno. Any suggestions? Oh, I know! Find loopholes! Investigate how often you may miss classes without being thrown out, then hatch a cunning, sly plan in which you distribute your "missing classes" evenly throughout the semester (whilst allowing for real illness and parent-teacher-days). This should reduce your weekly workload by at least three hours.
- Step 6: Try to put things in perspective. I don't mean to get all sanctimonious on you, but some of the things you complain about are actually quite a luxury in someone else's eyes. Like being able to study and learn new things and...ah, see, I knew it would come across all sappy. But there it is.
- Step 7: Eat well. Get some exercise, all that.
- Step 8: Do nice things. If you can possibly find the time and energy. (Obviously this is the bonus track on the list.)
As for this blog here, I guess it should mean that I should make an effort to find some cheerful things to post about. Every once in a while. At least. And wait for the healing effects of the power of suggestion. For the ugly truth I guess I can still refer you to last year's posts...
P.S. I could have told you I have a bloody awful headcold and still a pile of 30 English papers to mark, but that would have been against Step 3 and 4, so instead I'll virtuously adhere to Step 1:
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