My poor, fledgling blog! I realize, now, that creating a blog that flourishes in a forum like this one requires a bit of effort and some concessions to privacy; I'm not used to that, after blogging for my college site for so long. It's effortless, almost, to generate a readership among classmates -- and there is a remarkable sense of cameraderie in it. In an odd way, it really is a community. Just yesterday I met one of my Amherst blog readers for the first time, a '99 who has my dream job and who agreed to talk with me about her career path. We've been reading each other regularly for about a year, and our first in-person meeting felt like a reunion of old friends. I love the Amherst blog!
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Wednesday, November 7, 2007
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Good luck with your job hunt. Don't forget to make sure the new job actually has something good to offer besides a break from your boss. :)
on the topic of tears...tears fascinate me -- a very strange phenomenon attached to emotion and to our physical well being, what other part of our bodies act like that?..tears cleanse our eyes during the day, even if just very very small tears...when we sleep our eyes can't 'cry' and so the proteins and fats are not cleansed out of your body and thus our eyes build up "sand" (from the SandMan ofcourse)...Sometimes I really want cry just to let out the pressure and depression within me, I feel that it would just cleanse my mind/feelings (and also my eyes)...I can't cry though and so i talked to my therapist about it...I can't cry because my brain knows I couldn't physically/mentally do it...my mind refuse to open up the floodgates because it would be too overwhelming...I think initially crying is anxiety provoking but in the end it is releiving, it's like running a cross country course and crossing the finish line: hurting/pushing/running/anxiety followed by accomplishment/rest/calmness...have you ever felt like you wanted to cry but couldn't?...
crying is so unusual, I can understand being sad, but I can't understand crying...it's like hyperventilating or going into shock but actively allowing it...I don't know. I've never been able cry except as a kid. When my guinea pig died I cried like crazy. I cried all night. That was rough. Seriously, no joke. People say that your first heart break is the worse, and it is, and this includes pet heartbreak. I guess that's why when the tens of other pet's died (goldfish, birds, lizards, tadpoles...) I really didn't care that much and I certainly didn't cry. Just flushed the fish down the toilet and watch them spin down to a mysterious grave, wrapped up my birds in a paper towel and discard it somehow, I forget on those ones.
I'm not heartless although certainly my heart has been hardened by pets a kid and friends as an adult. My mind is certainly stronger than my heart, I'm just a realist, I suppose people with hearts bigger than minds would think this sad...
I think it's worth pretty much anything to be able to enjoy what you do on a day-to-day basis, hour-by-hour. If it ever comes to the point where this boss asks you why you're quitting, tell him or her quite plainly that theirs isn't a healthy work environment.
p.s. once again I wish this blog was public so I could subscribe to its RSS feed and automatically know when it gets updated :].
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