I haven’t been blogging lately. I feel less and less interesting daily, and anyway what do I have to blog about anyway? Do you know how it feels to fret yourself to death over problems and issues, only to meet with someone who has far more pressing and dire problems but who is facing them with resigned equanimity?
Like fretting over Dean’s Lists and H3 choices when there are people still unsure of promotion, that sort of thing. It makes you feel really, really foolish. But then again I think it is merely human to invent worries when there are none to be had. It’s almost comforting to have something pressing on your mind, since it affirms our humanity and makes us less jarring people to live with.
officially president of sgp club! :>
WAH POWER LADY SIAL
okay now study hardzxzx. will pray unceasingly! (1 thessalonians 5:17)
I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky
First thing that comes to mind is ‘differing standards’.
heard this quote from my house surgeon:
there are 6 billion ppl in the world. would u like to roll the die again?
quite mind blowing.
but, me being me, i started being discontented with the fact that i wasn’t given a natural disposition to being a contented person.