And The Gift Goes On...

Ah yes. Now you must be wondering why I called this meeting of readers at such a short notice (I know I am).  I once heard a guy say that every time you experience a day it becomes a smaller fraction of your life and that's why the days go faster. Of course that would mean that for a 2 day old baby a day is 1/3 of its life and so it takes forever to go by, and God help you not to sneeze if you're around 70 because at that age a day is an almost insignificantly small fraction of your life that you would have missed about 3 of them before you knew it. The week has gone by pretty quickly.It kinda sprung like a leak and I guess this blog is the rainbow that we see when light hits the water. And speaking of rainbow, it rained somewhat this week. Of course that has nothing to do with what I'm about to say.

Well what am I about to say?

For those who didn't know, my birthday was two weeks ago. I met this girl yesterday who was lost and all alone (literally) and we were talking about stuff (and videogames! How strange! A girl who is a Call of Duty fan!...Ah...university life) and she asked me how old I was. It has been noted that I look younger than I really am so I asked her to take a guess. By golly, she got it right! I was so surprised. Apparently, she said, I have the air of a 21 year old (whatever that is). Her theory is that at 21 you look different, like "I've made it!...You 20 year olds are such little boys and girls." I don't know, I'll test that theory. 

Back to my story. I got a whole set of cool gifts that I asked for this week. On Thursday I was so happy as I began reading the Chronicles of Narnia before I went to sleep. When I thought about it, I remembered begging for grey Converse and asking for that book and not asking for the other gifts that I got that will remain a mystery. And it dawned on me (in the middle of the night) that the things I have are the things I need and the things I don't have, I don't need. I don't know if I'll ever get grey converse in this life. There are things I get immediately and there are things I wait for for a long time. There's a purpose in all of this. Things do not make me who I am; a man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possession. Things help me to do what I have to do. Understanding this trumps all of my delusions of greed and covetousness. It also then asks me what am I doing with these things I have. 

It helps to know the purpose in life while at school especially. I hear that there are very little jobs available and too many qualified persons to fill them. And of the jobs that are available one needs work experience first and a whole set of potentially depressing stories. So then we spend thousands upon thousands of dollars in our own education and when the excitement of going to school has faded we wonder why are we here. But knowing that answer is the difference between enjoying school and enduring it. I don't know the answers but I know that there are things we have because we need them and there are things we don't have because we are working on the prerequisites. 

I think that changed my week from "About to throw something (or someone) into a wall to bearable. Now all I have to do is work on these slow drivers! Slow drivers (i.e. people who drive below 65km/h) are so annoying! I almost had road rage this week because of them. I heard it's fun, road rage. 

That's pretty much my week. I'm sure you don't want to hear about all the classes I went to and how people got picked on by the lecturer and were subjected to public shame and how much car insurance I saved switching to Geico (Weeeeee! Weeeeeeee! Weeeeeeeee!). So remember, keep within the speed limit (i.e. +20 of it) and if you're caught, when the fuzz asks you if you know how fast you were going just say "200?" and look disappointed when he tells you the real speed.