One of the things that happens when I am in school—particularly when I am in school and I am also working—is that I become horrible at keeping in contact with everyone. So sorry, everyone, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that time is passing very quickly and I’m only marginally aware of this fact.
Now, the state of things. Things are, in a word, stressful. I’m not at all convinced that I have what it takes this time around. I’m beyond rusty. I’ve simply done too much working in the “real world” to feel seamlessly integrated into academics at this point, and my mental state and ways of conceptualizing the world are beginning to gel (I know that everyone makes fun of me when I say things like this, but I really can feel myself getting older, and sense the changes that are happening in my consciousness to make me less flexible, less adaptable, less bright).
I don’t know where my life will take me in coming days, months, and years. I was at one time positive that I’d know if only I could reach this place… well, I’ve reached it and the question seems less answered than before, rather than moreso.
But there’s nothing to be done about it—the tasks at hand are to make sure that I (1) go to work every day, (2) go to school every day, (3) try to keep up with bills, (4) try to keep up with papers, and (5) try to take care of my body and health in some (realistically, subnominal) way.
What is it about me that makes me rub people in such a singular way?