Tuesday, August 09, 2005
(7:24 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Tuesday Hatred 10 (Updated)
I hate hitting what I like to call a "motivation trough." I hate striking up IM conversations because I'm bored and then coming to hate myself because I'm boring. I hate not getting enough fruits and vegetables. I hate that a bowl of ice cream doesn't constitute "dinner."I hate what results when a person with a tin ear gets ahold of a thesaurus. I hate arguments from dictionaries. I still hate that guy from my French class last summer who would get into arguments with the teacher about his translations, because he had looked up the word in the dictionary -- yeah, no shit. I guess the French language is wrong, not you. Often, when I picture a particularly needy, whiny little person, I picture that guy.
I hate listening to a CD that all of a sudden transports me back to a time I don't want to revisit at the moment.
I hate those days when I feel like I'm just marking time until I can go to bed; I hate it even more when I can't fall asleep quickly enough on those days. I hate how little creative work I'm doing right now. I hate debates about "Theory" as such (which is why I usually stick to my well-established niche of low-key Derrida apologetics). I hate looking back on previous summers and seeing them as much more creative and exploratory. I hate that apparently gaining a reading knowledge of German and plowing through a pretty significant chunk of patristic literature isn't good enough in my mind. I hate that, more generally, nothing that I actually accomplish is good enough for me, by definition. I hate how deeply I've trained myself to write things "right the first time" so that I can scarcely bring myself to edit.
I hate the summer doldrums. I said it yesterday morning, I'll say it again -- bring on the fall. It's time for a little externally supplied change.
UPDATE:
How exactly does one get that kind of tan while working a grueling schedule in the office?
