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I am trying to decide whether I like work or school better.

See, work (in my experience) is usually a fairly well-defined activity: put in your hours, engage in some mild jackassery, and the rest is all free time to enjoy or dedicate to various other pursuits. Like raising miniature horses, if you're into that kind of thing. The working life sucks in its routine, but sometimes a well-compartmentalized existance lends itself well to true relaxation at the end of the day. Still, you're a drone and every single hipster movie about suburban hell will never let you forget it.

School, on the other hand, involves far less rigid scheduling and far more sporadic bursts of stress. You have a week of nothing, and then a week of absolute insanity, whereby you continually daydream about somehow killing yourself with a toaster. How would you even do that, anyway?? Maybe fit your ears into the slots or something, I dunno. It's something I often wonder about when the deadlines come rolling in, probably because I like to pace a lot and the toaster is at eye level in our kitchen. Anyway, on one hand, every week as a student is a fairly diverse and new experience; on the other, your nights are filled with guilt as you realize all the work you should be (and conveniently are not) doing. It's a tortured existence, and that never worked out for Hamlet if you recall.

In the end, neither solution is ideal. My recommendation is that you should just have sex with a wooden Chinese demon-mask until it explodes in a shower of splinters and fragments your reproductive system, and then proceed to enjoy unlimited freedom at the asylum. Best years of your life.

Posted by Chris at 01:41 AM >> Commentations (7)