Tuesday, January 24, 2006
(6:20 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Tuesday Hatred: "A priestly demolition, if you will"
I hate complaining about things that are within my power to change. (Would those things be best declared in Friday Confession rather than Tuesday Confession? The difference sometimes blurs -- there's a "zone of indistinction," if you will) I hate how late the mail comes lately. I hate it when my excitement is mistaken for arrogance.I hate having a work schedule that causes me to miss 24. I hate having come in on a day that I was thinking about calling off, then regretting it almost as soon as I got there. I hate lingering colds.
I hate thinking about money, and that extends to penny pinching and searching for bargains (which could, in fact, lead to less "thinking about money" in the sense of "worrying about money"). I think I might just hate that money is something we do -- cash, especially. I always liked credit cards (which up until about six months ago I almost always paid off every month) just because I didn't have to carry around cash. No more waiting for someone to give me back my $4.23 in change. No more worries about having just too little cash. Since it was credit, there was also a nice disconnect between the amount of money in the bank at that moment and the amount I could spend -- I always knew that when it came time to settle accounts with the credit card, enough money would be there, so I didn't have to wait, necessarily. Paying it off every month meant that I derived nothing but benefit. Ah, those were the days. Maybe I can return to them again, some sweet day.
I hate how little I really know.
I hate that The Valve is having a perfectly reasonable and interesting event on Franco Moretti, so I can't go over there and get in a big ol' argument.
I hate having the ASCII codes for ¢, ™, and ® memorized (for work). Normally I enjoy having any kind of knowledge, but this is one of the rare exceptions.
UPDATE: A new commandment I give you -- show Tuesday love.
