There are no segue's in life, so why should my blog have any?
I like learning. Does that ostracize me, further, from the precious circle of elite popularity? How sad. I think I shall miss it.
The most peculiar position of all, I think, is when an overachiever is placed in a group, and expected to overachieve.Don't get me wrong, I'm fully aware of the implications of my role; however it is sometimes refreshing to believe that I don't have to live up to it. Take this math project, as an example. The four of us allotted our roles, decided on the work that each group member would complete and left our planning session feeling productive. Instead, it was only one person who deigned to help me.
So I spent the last 6 hours of my life, doing a math project and fuming.
But this is expected of me. 'He'll do it all for us,' I'm sure they whispered, bemused, while I walked about happily under the misconception that division of labor was a sound idea. I don't deny that I feel urgently compelled to micromanage, and feel most comfortable when everything rides on my shoulder- I suppose this is about taking advantage of an opportunity to complain and be outraged. Musn't let those chances slip, you understand?
More reasonably I have found out that scheduling is a wholly futile endeavour- it appears as though it consumes valuable time which could be spent procrastinating or changing the world. My twin, who never schedules or makes any attempt at organization, seems to move about in an entropic manner. The end result, unfortunately and fortunately, is the same quality and quantity of homework that I spent hours completing and honing. I suppose he's got the whole natural brilliance thing going on- where did I go wrong? In fact that's a question that is not surprisingly evoked, everytime I look at my writing (which could be compared favorably with the writing of an ape, or toddler) or my innate laziness.
There's so much pivoting in life. There's always a fulcrum somewhere, some point where our lives change fundamentally and we're tossed into the bizarre mix of reality and imagination that is life. I wish I was the kind that laughed at those constantly appearing levers, and jumped on bereft of dignity and cautiousness.
The most peculiar position of all, I think, is when an overachiever is placed in a group, and expected to overachieve.Don't get me wrong, I'm fully aware of the implications of my role; however it is sometimes refreshing to believe that I don't have to live up to it. Take this math project, as an example. The four of us allotted our roles, decided on the work that each group member would complete and left our planning session feeling productive. Instead, it was only one person who deigned to help me.
So I spent the last 6 hours of my life, doing a math project and fuming.
But this is expected of me. 'He'll do it all for us,' I'm sure they whispered, bemused, while I walked about happily under the misconception that division of labor was a sound idea. I don't deny that I feel urgently compelled to micromanage, and feel most comfortable when everything rides on my shoulder- I suppose this is about taking advantage of an opportunity to complain and be outraged. Musn't let those chances slip, you understand?
More reasonably I have found out that scheduling is a wholly futile endeavour- it appears as though it consumes valuable time which could be spent procrastinating or changing the world. My twin, who never schedules or makes any attempt at organization, seems to move about in an entropic manner. The end result, unfortunately and fortunately, is the same quality and quantity of homework that I spent hours completing and honing. I suppose he's got the whole natural brilliance thing going on- where did I go wrong? In fact that's a question that is not surprisingly evoked, everytime I look at my writing (which could be compared favorably with the writing of an ape, or toddler) or my innate laziness.
There's so much pivoting in life. There's always a fulcrum somewhere, some point where our lives change fundamentally and we're tossed into the bizarre mix of reality and imagination that is life. I wish I was the kind that laughed at those constantly appearing levers, and jumped on bereft of dignity and cautiousness.
posted by gah at 5:47 PM
1 Comments:
roshan, we made a blog about you...but you aren't allowed to know the address of it yet.
forewarned is forearmed.
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