Merely words, merely filling
Geez, I lead a mundane, disproportionately dull life. Even finding something remotely of interest to blather on about for a few paragraphs is suddenly too tasking. Because I'm sure what everyone wants to read about is compartmentalization of toxins within the biosphere, or the ergonomics of workers within the semi-conductor profession. Nope, I didn't think so. I could barely keep from taking a permanent vacation to La-La Land for the 7 hours I was in class today. I imagine, though don't quote me on this, this land would be filled with munchkins (because "little people" I believe is now the PC term, are sorely underrepresented in reality) skipping and carousing about on tiny little day-glow mopeds and miniature scooters with rainbow streamers flying in the wind. They would all each have a basket of green lollipops which they would hand out at free will, and function much like human jukeboxes-- request a song and hear it sung to you, however many times you wish. Hmmm, maybe this isn't my own fabrication of a dreamland afterall, but merely a mutant version or plagiarism of R. Dahl's Willy Wonka and his Chocolate Factory.
Anyways, the end of the school day, a HUGE Toxicology exam that I pulled an all-nighter for, and essentially, stress and massive anxiety attacks have induced this: blatant and outright stealing of someone else's grand scheme for an imaginary world, in additon to what I term as "mushy brain syndrome". I don't know which is worse, the fact that would not be able to formulate a logical thought even if the universe and all beings' existence depended upon it, or that I just wrote an entire paragraph about a fictional place run by munchkins. I seem to be leaning towards the latter...
On a slightly more serious, but I think of as still somewhat comedic, note, I got a call during my Tox test. This was strange in itself, seeing as no one ever calls me during the day (bless the fruitful idea of "nighttime minutes" on cell phone plans). It was a student, a senior at Wash U. who asked me to be her mentor in her process of deciding to or not to go into the field of public health. Ummm, "okay", I thought, "that was random..." I guess I was referred to her by our admissions advisor here at SLU. First and foremost in my thought process, I made a mental pros and cons list. So, given the obligatory thirty-seconds to formulate a proper response, I came up with: Cons-- huge chunks of my time are already sectioned off to my job(s) and school and studying. Second Con: "what the heck do I know about mentoring someone in choosing a profession? Third Con: do they know that I actually don't like this field of work and don't really intend to make it my own career? By the end of this list, it looked more like an outline with Roman numerals and the like for each subset of each con. Then, onto Pro's. I had to think about this one. Somehow the fact that I cannot say no to people couldn't be justified. So, in the end, my thirty seconds were up, and I agreed. Thinking back, maybe if I had had a mentor, maybe this whole process would have been much easier. I guess what I'm essentially afraid of is not being objective enough; that I'll infringe upon her views, although ultimately it's her decision to make, isn't it? I'm not persuasive enough to change someone's entire mindset-- which is obviously why I didn't go into law.
Anyways, so there it is, and there it will remain until I, or some fateful act of the cosmos makes it otherwise. I just realized, in skimming past what I've just written approximately six minutes ago, that it's all fluff. I've contributed nothing of significance. On a typical, semi-functioning brain day, I might care about the effects of sending more dribble out into the cyber stratosphere. Today, however, I say it's my blog, and I'll do what I want with it. So there.
posted by Sheila @ 9/23/2004 06:25:00 PM
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