coldhearted scientist وداد

Here is the shoe I recommend for this fall.

Here is a .pdf of the piece of paper I received almost by chance, and here is the website I found years later.

I associate academic advice and verbal abuse.

While we are having foreign language wars in Maringouin, some of the sentences I hear in my dreams are:
– You did that degree, so this is your fault.
– You knew this was how things would end if you did that degree, so you have no right to say anything.
– You have to put up with this to make up for having done that degree you did not deserve to do and should not have done.
– You must do things precisely this way or you will be on the street!
– You must do things precisely the opposite way as well, or you will be on the street and so will the others! You will all die desperate deaths, and it will be your fault!
– How dare you?
– Why do you think you are smart?
– Who do you think you are?
– Something that good must have taken a great deal of work, so its existence must mean you accomplished nothing else, which means you will not have accomplished enough total things, so you will be on the street!

That is the secret topic of this weblog, which I write for the express purpose of drowning these sentences out. Waking up with them causes me physical pain which, if it lasts for a few days running, drives me right around the proverbial bend. It is like being one of those people who, after an all night police interrogation, make a false confession just so they will stop.

The other day when I had finally gotten the sentences to stop I started to feel endorphins coming in. This may have happened before but now I noticed it, these are endorphins! Which, I decided, meant that the whole thing, these episodes which in my earlier theory had been necessary signs that Something Must Be Done, are actually self-destructive episodes. Which in turn means they are within my power to cancel. This is extremely interesting.

Axé.