Discovered the “phiLOLZophy” Tumblr, and read, like, half of it on public transit today. I was left with a warm, glowing feeling inside that can only be described as “complete and total affirmation that switching out of my philosophy major in first year was the best decision of my life”.
(I have what I feel is an entirely justifiable prejudice against English majors and Philosophy majors. I’m sure not all of them are terrible, but I’m still waiting to meet some solid counter-examples.)
Anyway, I eventually switched to “Stone Butch Blues” and had an embarrassing cry-fest on the subway. I’m not sure if this was due entirely to the content, or whether it can be partially ascribed to the fact that I feel like my life is falling apart and I’m picking stupid fights with people I care about and it takes me 2 hours in the morning to even motivate myself to get out of bed (on a good day).
Told a good friend (former high school stand partner; current roommate) that I’ve been dealing with srs bsns depression for years. She said she never would have guessed. I feel like this is a testimony to:
A) My determination to look as if I am a functional adult, even when I’m ugly crying over my inability to leave the apartment to buy toothpaste
B) My tendency to keep even close friends at arms reach
C) My squandered acting talent
Of course, she’d already have known this if she read my blog. I miss the LiveJournal years where everyone just read each other’s personal thoughts all the time, and then could use them as jumping-off points for conversations you’d never have otherwise.
Also, I have an exam in 12 hours that I’m fully unprepared for involving “Imitation and Gender Insubordination,” which sucks, but also involving Patrick Califia. Two guesses as to which one I’ll be studying harder.
