I was reflecting on these things this morning for some reason.
- Spelling “women” “womyn.” I wrote the editorial in the Mills paper during the anti-coed strike (I’m still not sure why, since I was not on staff, but my blockade was in the building where the paper’s office was and I must have just been in the right place at the right time). I spelled “women” correctly and it got edited. BAH.
- Reflexive, non-thoughtful über-liberality. I would consider myself a liberal Democrat in most things and a moderate Democrat in just about everything else. (And, well, a fire-breathing conservative when it comes to langauge. But I digress.) I don’t think, though, that a person should just be a knee-jerk liberal or a knee-jerk conservative. For instance, one of the Mills feeds on Facebook linked to this story. And not in a “what the hell was he thinking?” kind of way either. I don’t care if you’re unarmed, if you’re in a car pulled over by the cops, you don’t run, and if you do, you take your chances. I mean, that’s ridiculously stupid. But in college I’d have been branded reactionary for saying so. I will add that being a moron doesn’t make you worthy of death or maiming, but if you’re stupid in the wrong situation (dealing with inner-city cops, a gang, the Mafia, or me when you’ve misused quotation marks or punctuation), then you’ve got to be prepared for the worst.
- The flip side of being amongst intelligent people learning interesting things and having the time for long discussions is that people can be so intensely earnest. Just relax a little, okay? Or, rather, mix up the intense earnestness with some laid-back calm.
- Living at home with my parents. Dear God. How I love living alone.
- Not having much money. Dear God. How I love having an income.
- That weird feeling when you have a class you hate and you realize you’re paying them for the experience.
So it’s a mixed bag I suppose. On the whole college was more enjoyable and interesting than adult life has been, although that’s only partly adulthood’s fault. I mean, from September-ish 1990 until April 2010 I was working at a job I loathed — four of them, in a twenty-year relay. And even after I got this job I didn’t stop being miserable until I’d passed my probation. Spending 40 hours a week in abject misery certainly doesn’t make one love life. Add to that a series of bad relationships before I realized I actually prefer being single, and years of despair over being fat before I realized diets never work, I will never be thin, and, seriously, who cares…yeah.
Not that I’m little Mary Sunshine here or anything, but it’s a start.
And now, I really have some knitting to do. It’s eight o’clock, and I have blanket squares to make, a baby blanket to start, a scarf to finish…having a collegiate schedule would be perfect right about now!