I won’t lie. Grad school is rough. There’s no time breathe. But when a student comes up to you and introduces herself to thank you for something as simple as recommending a reading, it really puts things into perspective. I belong here.
In a weird place. Have been for the last month. Love it here, but my traumatic stress has been through the wazoo lately. Oh the joys of grad school.
I love having that one really great friend who periodically checks in just to make sure I’m not dead in a ditch or mentally spent. He just… listens. And supports. True friendship.
Opportunity arises and I fall deeper into fear.
I can appreciate someone who will simply mention “if you need to talk I’m here,” even if they don’t totally get it.
I am absolutely tired of this idea that men think I am obliged to adhere to their expectations to soften the blow when I tell them I’m not interested. Besides the fact that I make very clear that my partner and I are in it for the long haul, a friendship doesn’t automatically mean you start dating or are even thinking about dating. This whole friendzoning concept is just an excuse to shed a bad light on people who AREN’T INTERESTED. “Oh sorry, I don’t like broccoli, well I’m just going to eat them anyway.” No. No I will not. Fuck your broccoli and fuck your entitlement.
Caught up with the mentor. Got drunk. Met her friends. Shit talked everyone and everything. It was so great.