“Cradle of Invention” by John Bohannon, Wired February 2012
Don’t we all my friend, don’t we all.
I try to live “no regrets” as best as I can. It is so important to be at peace with yourself over the decisions you make in life, and to understand why you did what you did at the time. But this time I don’t understand. It’s this annoying tug on the corner of my conscious, the what-ifs and could-have-beens. I know I haven’t lived perfectly and that I’ve regretted before, but this is the first time that I’ve really strongly felt a missed opportunity bothering me. Someone told me today that when he looks back, he regrets more the things he didn’t do rather than what he did. That’s exactly it: what I didn’t say is now left with nowhere to go except to remain locked in my mind till the chance comes by again. If ever.
OMG, FUCK YES!
their best song in my opinion.
Aw shit, you made me smile.
So I wake up this morning all refreshed and pumped and ready to attend all three morning lectures that I have scheduled since last week I only attended two. I do my morning thang—brush my teeth, wash my face, put up my hair, change my clothes, yadda yadda—and walk outside to hop on Jale’s bike and attend my first lecture: 9am Physics.
Then I just happen to glance at my phone and realize that, “Hey it’s 10am, that’s so weird oh fuck it’s 10am I already missed the 9am lecture.” Which meant that I was, once again, skipping IHum lecture because there’s also a 10am Physics lecture which is the one I had to go to because they take attendance at Physics lectures so can’t really skip those. In IHum they don’t. Which is why I can get away with not going to them for a whole week. Like I did last week.
And then after Physics, I unlock Jale’s bike from the bike rack and then try to stick the lock back onto the bike but I couldn’t. I don’t know WHY but it just wouldn’t fucking lock again. I literally stood there for 5 minutes just trying to lock the damn lock until some kid from my dorm stopped by to help me. She couldn’t do it either. In my frustration I promptly took it as a sign to skip Calc lecture as well and head on back to my dorm.
Which is where I am now. CHILLIN’.
I feel like I’ve been very lost lately in terms of wondering what it is exactly that I want to do with my life. That seems to be the ultimate question since leaving home for college: how am I going to get to the places that I want to eventually end up at? I’m only in the second quarter of my freshman year so people keep telling me that I have a lot of time left. Yet I feel like I have to have it all figured out RIGHT NOW.
I just need to take a breather. Not a break because I have too much work to do for that. A breather. I need to collect myself and get my shit together.
Also, I seem to have forgotten this but I’ve been recently reminded: journalists really are just the coolest fucking people ever.
still pick you over everybody.
Someplace somewhere right now someone is doing something extremely cool—for example skydiving, or having sex with a famous person—and this someone is thinking “someplace somewhere right now someone is doing something extremely prosaic—like drinking water to avoid a hangover, or their taxes.” And they’re laughing and laughing because the good times will never end.
