(insert adjective above).
“a mystery” was what a former co-worker once called me. true, i may not be too keen on self-disclosure, or having my life be an open book, but i’ve always been taught to keep professional lives separate from the personal. though i never intend to seem aloof or, worse yet, something that falls under more disfavorable titles; life experience have taught me certain defense mechanisms. regretfully, under certain amounts of stress, these are amplified, and a side that is not characteristically me sometimes manifests…
no, not in the jeckll-and-hyde sense.
more in a “energy-preservation” sense, i become an exhausted version of myself. drained. sometimes its cognitively after some odd hours of intense exertion where i emerge with delayed reaction times (_so_ awkward when i can’t even formulate the word, “hi,” instinctually). more often, its physically as well—i’ll sleep for hours on end to catch up on my missed and beloved “zzzz.” until i can fully rest or eat, i’m like the walking dead, minus that whole carnivorous-flesh-eating-zombie aspect and constant muttering of “braaain.”
i even miss the undergrad days, which i would’ve never guessed to be easier than the last couple of years. what a sprightly, naive little thing i was then, virtually carefree. i feel aged now, and not in a good way like the best-ever mitica.
luxury to me, these days, is an 8-hr sleep and a full day of leisure.
and, of course, maybe a little… ;)
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The Sublime Cluelessness of Throwing Lavish Great Gatsby Parties
Yet so many people seem enchanted enough by the decadence described in Fitzgerald’s book to ignore its fairly obvious message of condemnation. Gatsby parties can be found all over town. They are staples of spring on many Ivy League campuses and a frequent theme of galas in Manhattan. Just the other day, vacation rental startup Airbnb sent out invitations to a “Gatsby-inspired soiree” at a multi-million-dollar home on Long Island, seemingly oblivious to the novel’s undertones.
It’s like throwing a Lolita-themed children’s birthday party.
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