So what, you may ask, have I been doing with myself for the last month or whatever? Well, my imaginary audience, I have been leading the glamorous existence of someone who will know EVERY LAST VOCAB WORD THE KAPLAN PREP BOOK HAS TO OFFER. (Which is basically "arcane" and "pulchritude," but I digress.)
The best part of rigorous test preparation, for me, is the fact that no matter how thoroughly competitive I have made myself, I will always develop an eye twitch and a constant headache. Thus is the life of a perfectionist. Out of lack of more effective coping mechanisms, I've done my best to become super-zen about everything the last few weeks. I'm just a couple more meltdowns away from making my membership payment to the Theosophists of America and identifying myself as a practicing spiritualist because YEAH, there IS no religion higher than Truth! YEAH! GOOD WEBSITE!
Basically, any organization that has a lot of pictures of happy, calm-looking people sitting among lush greenery is enough to warrant my membership dues because the concept of inner-peace is my weakness. It seems absolutely awesome. To me, "inner-peace" seems like it would scare off any bad-karma intruders and create a little veil of security for its cultivator. It seems like it would take care of my stress headaches and nervous twitches and weird skin blotches. Like, maybe you'd be able to wake up in the middle of the night and just go back to sleep without turning on the light and harrassing your dog and reading coupon books for an hour and a half. Maybe you'd even be able to drink and watch horror movies at the same time with an OMG IM MORTAL MY MIND CANT HANDLE THIS WHAT IS THE UNIVERSE!?!?!?!! moment. IDK. But with the GRE bearing down upon me in all its standardized four-hour glory, my usual "quirks" have been driving me into the ground. MUST. BE. PERFECT.
Nothing more interesting to say. Oh well.
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