I don't want that

I was prepared to give you a simply delightful, slightly humorous, decidedly snarky, and enchanting post about my wonderful week. I had lots of little things to tell you. (Started and finished another TV season--in less than one week. I tried out bing--and you should too. Don't worry, it's not going to take over google. I went to the airport at 3:45 this morning. I watched a perfectly charming unrated movie. I spent time with my two almost-to-be sister-in-laws. I read Kafka. I enjoyed TWO days off, and my i-Pod rocks.) Doesn't that sound like me? I could have weaved those wonderful things into an enjoyable read that would have made you smile.

Instead, I got mad.

It's my sister's fault. If you're annoyed about not being able to read the "happy/good week" post, then blame her. She showed me an article the other day, and I got furious. While reading the bad logic, infuriating prose, and pathetic analogies, I continued to formulate my opinions about certain groups.

Here's the funny thing. I'm not entirely sure what I want. For my life, I mean (I know exactly what I want for lunch). I have general direction, and I'm happy with it. I have general ideas, and I'm comfortable with those. I have general plans, and I'm excited about them. But the specifics tend to bother me: Where do I want to apply to grad school? What specifically do I want to get my masters in? Where should I start looking for jobs? How far do I want to move? What kind of school do I want to teach in? When should I buy a new car? Am I ever going to have a nice savings built up? What kind of loans should I look for? What kind of apartment should I look for? Trust me, I've got more.

Somedays, all I can think about is the specific questions. I feel unprepared for the next stage of my life (Does that ever go away?) But other days, I feel confident. Ready to take on everything (which I know is unrealistic). And other days (like today), I have breakthroughs.

I may not know exactly what I want. But I do know exactly what I don't want.

I spent time this morning reading blogs. I generally try to stay away from certain people's blogs. They tend to infuriate me (Maken-I'm talking to you). But today, I was reading about the horrible article, and I found the author's blog, and all of her friend's blogs. I dutifully checked out each one.

I'm going to make this short: what I saw today--I don't want that. I will do everything in my power to keep myself and those I love away from that movement, those blogs, and those pictures (which will now haunt me into eternity).

I felt better after. I might not have my specifics figured out (I'm still not entirely sure what kind of retirement package I should be building for myself), but I'm narrowing them down.




Now that I've vented everyone must check out Stephen Colbert's guest editing of Newsweek. Especially the last page. And the letters to the editor. It basically made my week perfect. That along with the other aforementioned things.