So that's it. You have now reached infatuation's final destination-- the complete and merciless devaluation of self.
- Elizabeth Gilbert
A musician named Sherrie Austin added me as a friend on MySpace and I have yet to listen to her music but I did add her as a friend just because of her profile. I have this posted on my MySpace, but I probably won't forever, so I wanted to put it here, too.
I know teachers were preparing us for Life. At least thats what one teacher said, but I think that their approach was all wrong. All of my nameless, faceless teachers should have said: "We are preparing you for a categorically structured, very specific life; a life that most of you will choose. We are preparing you for the most popular and teachable life available, and consequently the one that happens to be the cornerstone which society is built upon." I basically spent 12 years unknowingly assimilating their version of Life. That's impressive because I wasn't ever and I'm still not impressionable; not to mention, I rarely went to high school. As a matter of fact, 6 months before graduation, some random administrative woman called me down to the office and told me that my attendance record was so bad that if I missed any more days I wouldn't graduate. I never missed another day, and I did graduate. With the exception of that nameless administrative woman, who was just doing her job but changed the course of my life greatly, no one had ever noticed or questioned my absence from school: no teachers, no acquaintances, counselors, or friends.
Once I determined that my reality wasn't the cookie cutter version they taught us, I literally had to unlearn what was inculcated into my brain, which sucked. I also had to convince everyone that the path I was choosing was right for me! It's not like they taught us through verbal repetition either, they taught us through the most effective and irreversible way to truly teach someone: teaching through example and action. When that happens, you don't even know it's happening. You just wake up one day and realize that you're confused, and rightfully so, because now you're an adult, making your own decisions, and realizing they are not your own decisions at all! If they were, you wouldn't be confused or questioning yourself.