I've just seen that anyone surfing my blog with Internet Explorer sees a very fucked up layout, due to the humongous image of “Insignificance”.
All I can say is, get Firefox. Or Opera. Get something normal for Christ’s sake!
Oh well, I’ve corrected it, if only because I like things to look nice on my page.
So, with what should I torture you today?
I’ve had some lovely dreams I don’t remember.
I’ve got homework. Dear God, homework. I’m getting close to thirty (gasp!) and I’ve got homework. Like elementary school all over again.
I’m beginning to think that going back to school so soon wasn’t one of my best ideas. I feel… confined. Trapped. Boxed up. I have this obligation to fulfill whether I like it or not. Why did I say yes? Because I thought it will bring me something good in the future. It would be a nice thing to see on my resume. Bla bla bla. I was being sensible.
I’m finding out that what I most want to be is – free. Free to do whatever I want. Free to move to the other side of the world if I wish to.
But I’m not free, I have… responsibilities.
Responsibility
1. [n] the social force that binds you to your obligations and the courses of action demanded by that force; "every right implies a responsibility; every opportunity, an obligation; every possession, a duty"- John D.Rockefeller Jr
2. [n] a form of trustworthiness; the trait of being answerable to someone for something or being responsible for one's conduct; "he holds a position of great responsibility"
Don’t you just hate that? Being responsible? Being a responsible and well-behaved adult? With obligations and duties and … (where is that throw-up smily when you need one?) ... responsibilities?
Wouldn’t you just love to strip off your clothes and go running naked in the rain with no thoughts of what tomorrow may bring?
Just once?
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