Its that time of year again when my mind starts whacking out suggestions for new year resolutions. Inevitably a few of ye olde favourites are up and running - the 'procrastinate less' 'exercise more' 'revise harder' 'actually stick to your bloody resolutions'. Those ones. So i start to scribble the list down (im a traditionalist, sue me) and as i reach no 7, on auto-pilot, my brain goes - no.7: Grow Up.
Now now, I know you're thinking "Jeez this reeks of retrospective over-dramatisation" but i assure you, true believers, thats what happened.
Walking the path of the inner-shrink (self-shrink? Terminology aid required.) i turned on the music and thought about it. And i think whats bugging me is a combination of a couple of things.
1. The fact that everyone around me seems to be having intellectual growth spurts, and im still the same 4 foot 3, or whatever we were in highschool.
2. This line in a graduate recruitment handbook: 'Resist the urge to become an expert on day-time telly. Jeremy Kyle, the Loose Women - and much as it pains us to say it - Dick Van Dyke in the role of Dr. Mark Sloan have nothing to offer you.'
Aside from the fact that I have no idea who Dr. Mark Sloan is, and my only opinion of the Loose Women* is that it MUST be a poor incarnation of the Desperate Housewives**, the statement sat unpleasantly with me. Because im pretty sure that if the people who produced student guides tailored to people like me, it would have read:
"Resist the urge to be a, more oft than not, insane fan of things. Stupid amounts of information on spandex-wearing basket cases, Manchester United, fabricated concepts of heaven/hell/time-travel/mass-relays, anything that requires a console and - as much as it pains us to say it - things with Martin Freemans face in it, have nothing to offer you."
Which got me worried.
Because i know a shitload about some things, and a little bit about a lot of things. Which is how i like it, but turn potentially deep intellectual conversations about things like politics into fucking quicksand. And friends who i thought were (to return to my analogy) also 4 foot 3 in highschool, have gone away and come back NBA all-stars.
Its not like i dont WANT to be more world conscious. Believe me, you dont know what id give to punch that carrot-topped, condescending (i dont care if its unintentional) judgybee in university every time i shrug and say i dont really care about something and he looks at me as if to say 'why did they accept you?!'. Or to keep up with Jish past the point of conversational diminishing returns when the chit chat turns to politics or other 'grown up' shit. I dont know what a mortgage*** is outside of the Monolpoly definition.
I just cant be bothered. Is that a bad thing?
I read a lot, my brother will testify to the fact that i have amassed a tiny library, but I read to ESCAPE the world. Why read Freakonomics when you could be saving universes and slaying dragons? I read the occasional newspaper, but the news is depressing, our politicians are idiots and the new economic plan cant keep my interest for more than a couple of paragraphs. Im not completely cut off though, dont get me wrong. The environment, basic human rights, religion, law (for the most part)... fair enough. All that other crap?
Ngeh.
I guess all this applying for jobs and 'commercial awareness' shtick has gotten to me slightly. And i guess i will have to make a bit of an effort to placate the people who will inevitably be determining the affordability of shiny new things as we fast forward into the future.
But im removing 'grow up' from the list. It can wait a couple of years.
Over and out,
nk
*I was wrong. Its a day time talk show with interviews and shit. Whether its any more intelligent than Desperate Housewives remains to be seen.
** The only things i hate more than DH is Gossip Girl. And Twilight. And maybe tween-pop. Ok, maybe a shit load of other things.
*** I know what a mortgage is now. Dont panic.
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