post-master

 this will probably be a little less faux-poetic than the other posts on this blog, although will likely be just as self-pitying. couldn't have a post here with that!

 

i honestly thought about putting this on my actual website but i felt like it was just sensitive enough. there's been an interesting dynamic shift in certain parts of my relationships with others since getting my master's degree. it has been building slowly since i started my undergraduate degree, and has slowly gotten worse. i feel pressure on both sides.

 

 

 to put it very simply, i believe that others now feel pleasure in being smarter than me, or knowing more than me. in any topic. because wow, you're smarter than someone with a master's degree (that never graduated high school) (that didn't know simple math until she was 22).

 personally, i don't give a fuck. everyone on the planet is probably smarter than me. i don't care. so what's pissing me off is that these tests are totally unnecessary and a total waste of my time. and i know when they're fucking doing it, and i'm just nice and don't want to break this whole society illusion that everyone's set up, so i just keep my mouth shut. 

 they also like to tell me things about my topic of research, to prove that they know more than me? would you do this to your fucking plumber? to an engineer? jesus fucking christ people. 

you have a good 60 years on this earth. there are more important things than being smarter than others. than your neighbor's water from their sprinkler going one inch over your fence. than being right on the internet. you are still getting into flame wars? you're 40 years old. ARGH. if you would listen to me about just one thing, if i could pull my degree card for ONE fucking thing, i would hold you by your shoulders and tell you that YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME ON EARTH. GO OUTSIDE. WORK ON YOUR HOBBIES. you think you have plenty of time, you don't. 

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