perspective

[kleenexwoman]

Ironically, college is making me intellectually stagnant. I no longer process any new information, instead going over old ideas ad infinitum until every possible connection and perspective is completely worn to shreds. I don't even read the newspaper anymore because I don't have time in between classes. I am completely and totally uninformed about the world in general. College is putting a layer of insulation between the immature intellectual and social wankery of the campus and the actual real world, where things get done and ideas are born.
I can't even talk anymore. I take notes and absorb things and mentally treat the other person like one of my professors. If I do say anything, it's either reactionary disagreement, a completely irrelevant personal anecdote, or vague reassurance. I'm socially passive and disappointing.

I have no idea how to change this. Is there anyone out there who knew me when I was interesting? Do you remember what I was like?

Comments

[theratman.livejournal.com]

Colour me surprised. People always say college is the "real world" but it's not. It's just school again and school isn't what it's like. But I imagine things will start working in your brain when you finish college. Or you could just turn to drugs like everyone I know. We're not smart but at least we think we are. Uh... that was a joke. Sort of.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Actually, I'm more worried that I'll be even more bored and brain-dead when I finish college. If I'm stagnanted like this in what's supposed to be such an intellectual environment, what's going to happen when I no longer have the little network of classes and workshops?

Well. If I start taking drugs I might have a good excuse. But that'd probably just exacerbate the situation that's already there. I could pretend to take drugs, do you think that would work?

[theratman.livejournal.com]

Or you could just pretend to be a genuis. Or maybe you really are a genuis and my advice just really sucks. :/

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Would be nice to think I was a genius. I don't really show it, though, so I have no excuse for acting like one. Eventually people would catch on and I would be run out of town on a rail.

It's a good way to excuse eccentricity, though. Apparently, it's perfectly OK to be weird as long as you can make up for it by being useful and making pretty things.