An unhurried sense of time is in itself a form of wealth.
Ok, new philosophy. For the next few weeks, I will not be in any sort of a hurry for anything. If it means that I will be late, sobeit. If it means I miss the bus, sobeit.
This is my last semester of school and I’m going to enjoy it, dammit!
A large part of the culture in this part of the country (i.e. the Midwest) is a relaxed sense of time. Outside the large city centers like Chicago, Indianapolis, Cincinnati, Columbus, etc. (yes, Illinois, this includes you as well) life just moves at a slower pace. When you go to a restaurant, visits from your host/hostess — to take your order, bring you your bill, etc. — have longer periods of time between them. Speed limits are generally slower and people tend to drive at a slower rate — except those from higher population areas who drive 80 mph regardless of the limit.
It’s a part of Midwestern culture that I haven’t been embracing lately.
So there it is. I’ve said it, so now if you see me in a hurry, correct me.
I also have a new goal and that is to hang out with as many of my friends here as possible in the coming weeks. I will soon become a real person. I’ll have a real job and have real problems (as if things aren’t real now. Just sayin). Part of being an adult is being alone; you lose track of old friendships, lose touch with old acquaintances, etc.
I’m going to work to rebuild old friendships and strengthen my current ones so that when I am a real person, it’s not as difficult to keep in touch.
Enough about that.
You might be wondering where my Monday post went. Well, I posted, but it’s a private post. After I wrote it, I didn’t feel comfortable posting it. It was mainly a lot of nearly-emo inner dialog and rather than make it public and bore everyone to death, I made it private and that way only I have to see it.
I applied for three more jobs with the university tonight. That brings the grand total of jobs applied for up to 5. I know that’s a really low number, but I’m being picky. If I’m going to be working somewhere for the next few years, I want to be somewhere where I’ll be happy; in a job that I enjoy going to each day. Most people who are leaving college spam employers with resumes and cover letters. I’m not a spammer, I’m more like Google AdSense — I only advertise to people who are already looking at something similar to what I have to sell. Spammers send their messages to as many people as they can find.
I’m rambling so I think this post is over.
The End-of-the-Blog Rundown
Song of the Day — Home — Mark Broussard
Hero of the Day — Girl Scout Cookies
Villain of the Day — someone in our neighborhood for working on his damn motorcycle all day so I couldn’t sleep!
Current Mood — — Drained
Until the next post…