I really can believe that. But right now, I don't think that would stop me. Thanks for the heads up though.
From my experience migrating is sad and thrilling at the same time. On one hand you can start completely new, with a clean slate and there are so many different and exciting things to discover in another culture. So many new people to meet. On the other hand there are some annoying things as well, although they are usually minor. But I have found out that what you miss the most are some friends that know you since you were very young and can practically read your mind and this world that you spent your whole life building. That is something very hard to find again, maybe even impossible. In the end, for me, it was worth it, but it is not an easy decision.
Eloquently put. And it never really settles. It's a cycle. It fades into the background and then you've reason to meet new people and they feel a universal need to point out that they can hear you're from somewhere else, and you smile, but it gets tiring and then tedious, and then it fades again until your next introduction to new people. Having grown up in the military and then joined myself, for the better part of my life it was the only kind of life I knew.
Change is a stressor. In fact, all stressors grow out of change. If you avoid change, though, you stagnate.
Whenever I do that it is called 'The Happening' and locally, virgins are sacrificed to the sea god Dagon.
Let me get this straight: You just put new underwear on over the old underwear, then? Going for a layered effect? The coroner will be able to tell how old you were at death by counting the layers of underwear? Good for you - that's awfully considerate.
Sorry, I'm late for the party, been so swamped for the past few days, but welcome back @Andrae Smith even if just for a moment !
I was in my late twenties, working at a job I hated (claims administration in a life insurance company), going for my PhD in International Relations. A coworker of mine came in one morning, a nervous wreck. I asked her what was wrong (her desk was next to mine - no cubes in those days), and she said, "Oh, my husband is defending his dissertation today, and I'm just so worried about him!" I asked what his doctorate was in, and she said, "Astrophysics." When she came into work the next day, I asked her how it had gone with her husband and she flashed me a big smile and said, "Oh, he was very happy. It went really well." I asked what he was going to do next, expecting to hear that he was going to work for Grumman or Lockheed or NASA, or maybe teach at some college, which was my own ambition at the time. "Oh, he's going for his MBA starting in September. There aren't any jobs in his field." I swore then and there I wasn't going to let that happen to me - to finish the doctorate and then have to go back to school yet again to get a decent job. I started inquiring about adjunct positions and got a rude awakening. One college sent me a mimeographed* rejection letter. I finally inquired at the school at which I'd gotten my BA and MA, and the department chairman said I had no shot without the degree, having been published and at least five years of teaching experience. I was 28, married, we'd bought a house and wanted to start a family. After a lot of soul-searching, I dropped out of the doctoral program and went back to my old school for an MBA in accounting. I'm not saying don't go for the doctorate. But have a good, realistic idea of where it will take you. * - an early, offset printing device for making bulk copies in the days before photocopy machines. It produced a slightly blurry copy in purple ink with an aroma that every American who attended school in the '60s or '70s is sure to remember.
Depends on one's goals, I guess, as well as one's outlook. With my MBA, I learned enough about the insurance industry to be able to comment intelligently on what Andrew Cuomo is trying to do to people with disabilities in New York and argue strongly against it, as well as preparing the agency on whose board I serve for what, exactly, managing risk entails. I also placed myself in a position where I could manage a department for twelve years, which in turn put me in a position to save 17 American professional jobs when some Ivy League asshole wanted to outsource them to India. And when I decided to leave, I was able to use my accumulated tax knowledge to land a position in international tax with the IRS, where I now pursue major issues from the other side, knowing that every time I succeed, I am helping my country. All in all, I don't consider any of that to be particularly drone-like.
Almost four A.M. last Friday, but that was because I took a whole bunch of caffeine earlier in the day and it wouldn't let me sleep. I normally go to bed at ten-thirty or earlier.
I started writing a little before three, when I realized I would be in no condition to do it tomorrow.
The Internet said that you can get high from eating spicy foods, so I put a bunch of hot sauce on a couple of sandwiches and ate them.
I remember when cell phone manufacturers were competing to make the smallest phone possible. Now they're all bragging about how huge their phones are. We are through the looking glass.
Remember when the Razr was the big thing because it was so thin? Soon people will be walking around with iPads using them as phones.
Wait until you can implant the phone in your wrist, and unroll or unfold a non-creasing touch display within a meter or two when you want HD interaction.
Why the hell do people send me stuff asking for my opinion, and then when I say I think it's bad and here's why they take offence? I'm a harsh critic, what are you really expecting?
Eh! Half and half to be honest. @Cogito, I think you might be right. The odd thing is, I'm the last person to expect that from, because I feel I can criticize Hemingway and Poe in a few things.
