clinical pragmatism

the flurry of learning is accelerating. the mass of wisdom and the immensity of my ignorance are equally amazing. here are the more painful lessons thus far: i am really rather mean and heartless, and personal assistant means yes i have to care about what people think about whether i sound (insert physical effort to not roll eyes to bedok and beyond) too task-oriented. (like seriously, do your damn work and stop being emo like a bloody teenager)

wells, blue bells cockle shellz.

sit and sit and sit on every essay like a duck. each writing is quite clearly a chunk of my very minimal soul. painful like anything to extract and slower than a sloth.

the working world consists of three type of people: the whiners, the hollow shells, and the marginally insane (from dealing with both).

cannot be bothered anymore, really. the world is fascinating, but people are just underwhelming.