But, logically speaking, it probably isn’t.
Over the past year or so I have been starting to feel a little despondent. Not an easily-locatable (apparently Microsoft agrees that that is in fact a word), deep sense of depression. Rather a kind of settling sense of dejection that I was not, in fact, the proverbial Big Cheese. For someone with my sense of self-importance, this is an alarming realisation.
However, the latest set of news is good. My ship may actually be coming in, albeit one wooden board, one nail and one sail at a time. I have just been offered a short internship at a major law firm. While I thought I had actually made up my mind to pursue the life of an academic, I cannot ignore the lure of a corporate environment, nor deny my desperate itch to want to wear Jenny Button. This unfortunately will involve losing the weight equivalent to a Backstreet Boy, since ol’ JB doesn’t make clothes for anyone over a size 2.
In other good news, I found a way to motivate myself to write. A little ‘Dear Editor’ letter later, and a nice wooden box turned up at my door. Ever a fan of wooden boxes, I was extremely excited. Until I thought a little further and actually opened the box. What greeted me was a Jeroboam (3l bottle, for those of you unfamiliar with the term) of Pinotage. Oh joy! That is far better than anyone’s praise!
Thus this week begins on an unusually upbeat note. All of a sudden I have goals and ambition and such things that are good for motivation.
Who knows, I may even write some…
Book caption:
Avoiding Death
When are we going to start living in the real world again? With the onset of winter I always feel like I live in some glass cage behind which I am forced to view the world. It’s too cold to walk around, or be outside, so we sit inside our houses watching the sun, the rain, the wind or whatever weather Cape Town decides to have that hour. We heat ourselves with gas heaters, and warm water bottles. We fill our ears with music, and we watch TV all night. Engagement with the great outdoors does not happen frequently.
But as if that isn’t depressing enough, then we spend our days on the internet. We farm in Farmville (hell yes, I’m including you in the generic ‘we’ here since I am sure you have sinned in a similar way). We play scrabble with strangers via facebook in lexulous. We ‘catch up’ with our friends on facebook (actually, we stalk their profiles and check their photos to make sure we are still better looking than them). We blog our diaries and thoughts in the blogosphere.
But in the meantime, real life agricultural crises pass us by in the news. No-one can spell anymore, let alone use correct grammar (especially since “QI” gets you such high points). There is no need to pick up a phone (or even Skype) because all the info you need about a friend is available online. Want to know what an ex is up to? Well, you’re probably friends with him (or at very least mutual friends) so the evidence is a click away and even those of us who can control the crazy find it an irresistible temptation to check out the new girlfriend/house/baby.
I can’t wait for summer since the lure of the beach is greater than the black hole which is a morning spent on facebook.
