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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...closest to my current state of mind would be existentialism. I think about how I didn't exist before I was born. I try not to think about how I won't exist after I die. And how that won't change no matter what I do while I'm alive. Oftentimes, a lot of the passions and endeavors of others seem useless to me. Maybe that's why I'm so sympathetic to consultants and investments bankers--they're no more useless than anybody else. I guess if I wanted to go all out with this particular...
...from now, I'll look back at my college days and laugh at how idealistic I was. I think if that does happen, I'd rather be sipping martinis in my townhouse than gulping malt liquor on the corner. Here's what's really wrong with me though: I'm an idealist without any ideals. I don't have a burning desire to be a writer, or a doctor, or any number of honorable pursuits. I can't sell out my dreams and passions because I don't have any inventory...
...feeling that I'm not alone on this one. I have a friend who is "maybe" going to go pre-med "eventually," "just because." Someone else once told me that they would like nothing better than to sit in bed all day and watch television. Another person admitted that they "wanted to go after a Ph.D.," but would rather that "'they' just give it to him without him having to actually do anything" (All three go to Harvard). Almost nobody I've asked knows what he or she is going to do with their lives after graduation...
...going to war for. Meanwhile, in the back of the classroom, my neighbor claimed that he could really get this country going by dispersing the seeds of "j-ism" to the population. That pretty much ended any intellectual discourse about "-isms" for the next three years. Maybe when I'm mature enough to not laugh at that, I'll find an "-ism" really worth pursuing. Only my "-ism" wouldn't be a hoax. It wouldn't involve hate. I wouldn't even need for anyone else to believe in it. It would just be something that I could finally...
...boldly, crashing the weekly Signet Tea Party. Signet members gather late on Friday afternoon for tea, spirits and conversation. I think I know someone in the Signet, or maybe I know someone who knows someone in the Signet, or maybe it's their former roommate? In any event, I'm feeling literary and want to get the night started off right. I just walk up, find the door slightly ajar as a Signet member exits and make my entrance. The majority of people gather in the salon, a large room towards the back of the house. White wine flows freely...