Vulnerability makes me uncomfortable but people are kind of amazing

The Bloggess wrote a not-funny post about feeling like crap most of the time, and asked people to honestly  share how many days out of the month they felt like they were kicking ass. My memory is inherently faulty, though. On the days when I feel like crap, I think I feel like crap 98.98793% of the time. On the days where things are okay, I think I’m okay 98.98793% of the time. One of the reasons for this is actually Jenny’s mantra: depression lies.

One of the comments she got was from this guy and this is what he said:

You spend real time with your daughter every day. That right there is amazing. It’s not “curing Lupus” amazing. It’s not “dunking a basketball … that’s ON FIRE” amazing. But few things are. Few people mow their lawns, pay their bills, read the paper, and eat breakfast all in one day. Most people don’t change the kitty litter, walk the dogs, go to work, spend time with their kids, AND don’t owe their parents money.

Seems like the bar that we measure amazing keeps getting higher and higher every year. Anything that smacks of weakness is just so GROSS, isn’t it? I mean, we’re meant to be these beings who are completely in touch with our emotions, yet in total control of them, yet express them whenever we are supposed to, but only in the correct way, and the correct way is sometimes killing bad guys. Like Romulans, Klingons, and Vulcans, all rolled into one person.

Those people don’t exist. Albert Einstein wasn’t that person. Have you seen that photograph of his desk taken the day he died? It was a MESS. His marriage fell apart. The man was a disaster. A brilliant, beautiful disaster. One of those disasters that streaks across the night sky, so amazingly, serenely gorgeous in its descent, that we can’t help but watch as it makes its lovely way before it plops right into the horizon. There it remains, indelibly marked on our landscape, right above the dashboard, just below the mirror.

Truth is, none of us can offer you sage advice or candid disclosure beyond to say that we are enjoying watching you arc. Amazingly, gracefully, like a metal rooster, stuffed with dead animals, streaking across the night sky, totally on fire.

Once a week, you are successful.

Typically, whenever you talk to us.

Hands down, his was my absolute favourite answer. He wasn’t just trying to appease her with platitudes or sharing his own burden without speaking to what she had said. He listened, and he replied, sans BS. And it was pretty.

I want to give this man a hug. In lieu of creepy hugs from total strangers, I will send him readers.

Sally forth, my intrepid readership. His name is Craig Norton and the post explaining how to get banks to stop calling you is absolute genius.

They call this drive-by posting

I have mentioned The Bloggess before on this blog, seeing as she’s one of my modern-day literary heroes (at least when it comes to blogging). Recently I found this post from her on The Library (aka the year 2013) incredibly comforting, which is what most of her blog posts are like. The Bloggess is really, really cuddly. Like a taxidermied rat with a cape. (Fellow Bloggess readers will appreciate this lame attempt at a joke).

She writes,

In The Library you are safe.  It smells of old books and worlds you’ve yet to explore.  It smells of worlds you’ve loved that beckon you back.  It smells of the bacon sandwich the guy in the corner has smuggled in while he devours words and food, not sure which is more filling.

In the library you are prepping.

Isn’t it wonderful? Read more here (and yes, I linked the post twice in one blog).

Studying is not a pre-approved summer activity

I got 3-4 hours of studying in today. That’s in between the comics and the blogs and the Facebook (we are all slaves to the Facebook). 3-4 hours is a reasonable amount of work time. Jenny Lawson spends 4-5 hours writing, and she makes a living doing that. I’m not getting paid to study. I’m paying to study.

I spent so much time reading from the laptop that my eyes started to hurt. So I started reading The Bloggess (and almost every one of her recommendations) instead. And you would not believe it, but my eyes stopped hurting. Then I go back to studying and my eyes start hurting again. That’s positive reinforcement. I think we learnt about that in first year. Maybe this studying thing does pay off in the long run.

But in the short run it sucks pretty bad, lemme tell you. It’s not that I mind accumulating new knowledge, I just hate the way it’s forced on us. A little less shoved down my throat and a little more all-you-can-learn for only a buck would be nice. But is probably too much to ask for from the same university that shut down its network while paying students are still enrolled in courses*.

Despite UWI’s efforts to thwart my education (at half a million dollars a year this will not be over quickly, U-double-u-I) I still managed to learn about leadership theories, motivation and team work. All of which would have made excellent presentations while I was Director of Professional Development in the campus Rotaract Club. This course is a year too late to further my Rotary ambitions. But hopefully it will help me get a Rhodes Scholarship. I hear they’re pretty keen on leader-types. (Totally serious about that Rhodes. Look out for my name in 3-5 years).

I also learnt that Canada’s doing a bang-up job in the health department, despite the complaints about wait times. Apparently they’re a pretty big deal. Wait times turned up a couple years ago in my project on the Risks/Benefits of Free Health Care as well. I should speak to my Canadian friends more on this topic.

The moral of the story: studying = skiving off studying to read The Bloggess = much improved writing. Q.E.D. studying is actually a good thing.

Oh dear god.

* UWI’s network may or may not be down due to power failures.