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Sunday, December 16, 2007
picking at the syllables
i'm being fragmental and tangential tonight. but. why do people use the phrase 'real world' to apply to the life once out of school?
"ha!" they say, "welcome to the real world!"
i'm slightly upside up today. and thoughtful shallow meandering.
because for me, school has always felt a little more 'real' than their 'real,' in that people here are at least trying to talk about.
so what do people mean when they say 'real'?
do they mean immune?
self-centered?
ugly?
or?
are they so arrogant as to claim terrain in the world of uniform experience?
or do they mean to suggest that for 2.5 years I haven't been 'really' working?
it's a little weird.
"ha!" they say, "welcome to the real world!"
i'm slightly upside up today. and thoughtful shallow meandering.
because for me, school has always felt a little more 'real' than their 'real,' in that people here are at least trying to talk about.
so what do people mean when they say 'real'?
do they mean immune?
self-centered?
ugly?
or?
are they so arrogant as to claim terrain in the world of uniform experience?
or do they mean to suggest that for 2.5 years I haven't been 'really' working?
it's a little weird.
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i keep thinking about posting. then realizing i have nothing to say.
i haven't taken pictures, real pictures, all semester. and my brain wants to be a sponge only, very quiet, for a bit.
it's good to be home. with the rain and the dogs and the mother and the sister and the brolaw and the rain.
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i haven't taken pictures, real pictures, all semester. and my brain wants to be a sponge only, very quiet, for a bit.
it's good to be home. with the rain and the dogs and the mother and the sister and the brolaw and the rain.
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