So much to talk about, so little time before my coworkers start showing up to work. Not that they're late, no no no. I just get here at 8 because I enjoy watching what's left of the sunrise through tinted glass windows 17 floors above ground while sipping my lukewarm teh tarik without the tarik and munching on granola bars an hour before work actually starts.
That was sarcasm, if you didn't pick it up.
Work was... I'll settle for 'enlightening'. But I'm not going to discuss work now, because I am currently working for an IT company, and if anyone was going to accidentally build Skynet, it would be them, so I'm not taking any chances. (And then I remember that the laptop they've given me is shit, so maybe I shouldn't be so concerned with robot-filled post-apocolyptic futures. But still, blogging about work at work just seems like bad manners.) I'll talk about work after I end my internship tomorrow.
Instead, I'll tell you a little story about my breakfast.
Today, I had a McMuffin. Specifically, a McDonalds Sausage McMuffin. Which is an earth shattering revelation (I exaggerate, sue me) because I have successfully sworn off anything McFoody for a very very long time. And with good reason too. I'm sorry to turn you off your Quarter Pounders, but you wouldn't be eating that if you know what went in it. OR ON IT. I have a mom who used to work in the fast food industry. You know the ice-cream machine thing? THAT'S WHERE COCKROACHES GO TO DIE.
But I digress. There's an earth shattering revelation I have to discuss.
Today, I didn't feel like eating my granola bar. I decided the stupid thing had too many fruits and nuts and shit that was good for you (BROWN RICE SUGER, what in potatoes -thank you Mira- is that even supposed to be?) 'Rolled oats'? PISSSSH. No. I was going to McD's and getting a greasy, cheesy, breakfast burger. At 8 am. Because, as long as I don't see the cockroach, there is no cockroach and I'm home dry. Ignorance is bliss and all that jazz.
Here is where I pause my story to derive the moral of this little tale. In Law, they call this 'reasoning by analogy'. I think just I read to much into things. but lets get on with it eh? The granola bar (and my attempt at eating healthy as a whole) is my law degree. Dry, hard, usually flavourless and occasionally soul-crushing. but it's good for me. The McMuffin on the other hand, is the degree of greener pastures: Art, Literature, Writing, Design - deemed by people that society anointed as 'wiser than thou' to be enjoyable for that brief moment while the cheese is still soft, and the burger still warm, but not so fun when youre sitting on the toilet for ages on end because a roach decided to do the macarena on your McBuns. But you want the burger, because it looks so good, and you're sick of other people enjoying something you want, while you're munching on what might as well be raisins on cardboard.
Today's inspiring analogy (and breakfast urges) is brought to you by two of my friends deciding to, and I quote BOTH of them, "Drop out of law AND DO SOMETHING I ENJOY." Am I doing this wrong? Like guys, I see the burger, but I also know there's a cockroach twitching in the insecty throes of death on the floor next to me. That, I notice AFTER my meal btw. You see, the cockroach is the metaphor for the Downside (caps intended) that comes with doing the things you love that wont make you lots of moolah. How are you all ignoring the cockroach? The friend in England, is excused, because the McDonalds you live in is managed by different people. But the friend back here? We've both got fathers who will not be (and in her case, from what she's told me, IS not) happy with daughters dropping out of law. I don't think mine can even fathom the idea without popping a vein, so I don't mention it, except to make veiled comments in the car, while I know he's distracted as fuck anyway.
I want my McMuffin too, Maker damn it.
But I'm not here to mope. I understand the realities of the world. There will ALWAYS be cockroaches - whether you see them next to you, or they're dying in your ice-cream maker behind the scenes. I will eat my damn granola bars, and even though I may not enjoy it as much as I wish I would, I will chew the hell out of that granola bar because I know what it's worth, and I owe myself that much. And I guess I owe my family that much. But I WILL have my burger. eventually. But I'll have it once I know that there are no more dancing cockroaches on my breakfast.
This analogy made a bit more sense in my head.
What I'm trying to get at is that I will finish this degree with the highest qualification possible, at 22. And after that, I WILL qualify for Ivy, pack my stuff and go study whatever I want in the good US of A. Masters, another degree... whatever, y'know? Maybe graduate by 25/26. Doctors take 7 years off their life to study. Why shouldn't I?
I owe it to myself to do what I should, but I also owe myself the chance to do what I want before its too late, and sorry to all who may say nay, but you and your gross-ass insects can go to hell. I've got bugspray. And medication.
People really shouldn't let me eat meals by myself.
nk.
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