At times, I worry that I’m becoming something of a misandrist. I worry and I wonder – worry because anything that by definition relies upon hate to even exist can’t be good, and wonder because really, why battle my own emotions? I think that tonight’s date will be good for me.
I want to pursue graduate school at some point – some sort of religion degree. I wonder what would best fit my interests and needs at this time; I wonder how long it will be until I could afford to attend school again; I wonder what schools would even have me; I wonder what the Quaker equivalent of seminary might be.
[Note to self: Do amazing things in your off-time, and your job doesn't have to be all that impressive.]
Perhaps the reason I feel so compelled to find a better/different/’nother job is because I’ve been – and still am being – such a slacker in my off-time. Really now, if I wrote amazing collections of poetry in my spare time and had a photography show every six months or so, would I even have the time to consider what others might think of my main source of income?
