An emotion as such tells you nothing about reality, beyond the fact that something makes you feel something. Without a ruthlessly honest commitment to introspection—to the conceptual identification of your inner states—you will not discover what you feel, what arouses the feeling, and whether your feeling is an appropriate response to the facts of reality, or a mistaken response, or a vicious illusion produced by years of self-deception.
so, whenever i start a new class, i go through the roster to confirm that i’m with the same people…because, see, an “introduction” is always the first assignment. which is POINTLESS when we’ve already introduced ourselves to everyone. i like giving myself reasons to bitch. keeps me going.
anyway. starting a new class. was looking forward to it. until i saw that i have to write a narrative essay about..ready? it’s so cool…BEING IN COLLEGE. fucking brilliant, fake college! brilliant!
got over the genius assignments and went to the….
there was nothing on the first two pages…that i haven’t seen 4 times already. but then, there, at the very bottom of the 3rd page, i won. i won so hard.
he will probably disappear with the “brown, james” from my last class. but…oh, fake college, i am so onto you.
yessss.
