I'm just a student. Nothing more, nothing less.
Actually, I'm not even that. I
wish I wasn't even that. Can't stand the people, can't stand the professors, the students, the janitor, the people who pass by the university, can't stand academic life nor anything associated with it.
...
But I'm not bitter or anything.
It's wacky fun, really.
In the Temple of Love
Shine like thunder
In the Temple of Love
Cry like rainThe problem is, I don't know how to go about doing the things I want to do - can't even place my finger on a specific job I'd like to do. I love creating, so that's where my interests lie. Writing, directing, stuff like that.
...
And I study philosophy. Oh yeah, right up my alley.
I mean, philosophy *does* help, but considering I don't plan to teach neither philosophy nor ethics nor logic (a professor of which I'd be if I ever finish this damn thing), but rather use philosophy as an aid in my... creating stuff. That's something I can do without going to class every now and then and being mind-fucked by academics who take themselves too seriously.
But, I have to have a piece of paper to prove I went to
a university. It doesn't even have to have anything to do with a potential job.
"So, you wanna be a cook. You studied what? Philosophy. Well, okay, I think you'll fit right in."
Can I cook? Who cares. I
studied something. I also studied the rhythm part of Flesh of the Gods, does that mean I can work in marketing?
Gawd I hate society.
Shine like thunder
Cry like rain