I am a much more entertaining and happy individual when I'm on my little campus, aren't I? I was just reading over some of my old posts and my entries are downright interesting when my mind is forced to be that active . . .
This presents a dilemma. I have one year left on my intellectual health resort and then *boof* - - out I go, into the wide world. I'll be getting married and settling into the society I have to sink or swim in for the rest of my days. . . . Am I really going to lapse into mediocrity for the rest of my life? In the absense of deadlines, assignments, Don Rags, and my tutors am I going to become really, really mundane? I know I get that way when I go home for the summertime. Ahhhh! Noooo!!!! I must save me my mind from such a cruel, slow death! Ahhhh!!!!
*Okay* I'm not panicking. I can keep up an intellectual routine - I can focus my mind on the true, the good and the beautiful. I can do it, I say!
This presents a dilemma. I have one year left on my intellectual health resort and then *boof* - - out I go, into the wide world. I'll be getting married and settling into the society I have to sink or swim in for the rest of my days. . . . Am I really going to lapse into mediocrity for the rest of my life? In the absense of deadlines, assignments, Don Rags, and my tutors am I going to become really, really mundane? I know I get that way when I go home for the summertime. Ahhhh! Noooo!!!! I must save me my mind from such a cruel, slow death! Ahhhh!!!!
*Okay* I'm not panicking. I can keep up an intellectual routine - I can focus my mind on the true, the good and the beautiful. I can do it, I say!
My mother laughs. 'Dirty diapers and grimy kitchen floors leave little room for reading a book, sweetie,' she chides. 'Don't set your heart on it.'
The worst part is that my mother is almost never wrong.
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Noooo!!!! I still want to remain intellectually active! I don't want to get mentally fat! I can handle getting physically fat - I mean, honestly, I'm already halfway there. Girlish figures are much easier to give up if you scarcely had one in the first place. But please, please, SOMEONE - - tell me that becoming a wife and mother isn't the doom of the rational growth inside my poor little animal self.
*whimper*
Obsession #2 is optimistic, says he thinks it's possible. But - - the word of doom has come forth from the almost-all-knowing oracle at Kitchen Stove.
Comments, anyone?
Pax Christi,
Em
3 comments:
ROTFL. Oh, I have to comment on this post.
"I have one year left on my intellectual health resort and then *boof* - - out I go, into the wide world."
"Boof"? I thought it was more like "barf". But boof is okay. I can live with boof. It's like what happens with a vacuum cleaner and a ping-pong ball..you know.
'Dirty diapers and grimy kitchen floors leave little room for reading a book' - I agree. Little room, but not NO room. Perish the thought of NO ROOM. Read Thomas on Sunday afternoons like Dean does with his cousins. You got what, 40 years? You should be able to get somewhere. You just won't be able to submerge in philosophy for four hours at a time. You just need to be patient. And learn the useful skill of studying in the commons - it will prepare you for studying over the countertop. I'm quite serious.
"I don't want to get mentally fat! I can handle getting physically fat - I mean, honestly, I'm already halfway there." I hope you realize that this particular passage, taken out of context, was simply classic. I comment no further.
obtw, the new blog format is less white and and therefore easier to read and nicer.
Some day read the introduction to a book called _Don't Drink the Holy Water_
... I think Mrs. B sells it at her yearly sales...
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