If only Everyone Dated Harvard Students...

I miss the days when after school the only choice you had to make was whose house to go to. So-and-so had a good TV, but so-and-so rented Mario Kart yesturday and has it until Thursday. Now, it always seems like everything you do is wasting time in some form - because time has become a much more precious commodity. You're never maximizing the amount of joy you COULD be having at any given time - and if you are, you're certainly not appreciating it enough. Because you don't mull on it, you just enjoy it. It's a friday afternoon, I just got off work at one, which was productive, put my second paycheck in the bank, and figured out my issues with my phone bill. Now I'm cooking a tasty lunch. Yet as I sat thinking about what to write on I couldn't help thinging that posting at all was a waste of my time. Then I asked myself what I'd replace it with on this nice friday afternoon, and I had no answer wherein the time I'd spend was more valuable. Even now, when I'm honestly in a better mood than usual, there's a weight to improve instead of to enjoy.

But I guess that's life. My parents just enjoy now, not improve. They've improved enough. I guess when you're retired you can start appreciating things a little more.

Subsidiary Thought:
There's a running theme in culture of people who are well off not being happy. Why is this so? Is it purely to keep people who aren't well off satisfied enough with their position they don't want to climb? Is there truth to it, as everyone can think of someone with much who complains about all? I'm doing The Cutting Edge right now at SDI, and the relationship makes me puke. Although, to be fair, it is from 1992. Her boyfriend goes to Harvard and has a bla-bla-bla in fancy-dance-something. But the guy you know she'll fall for by the end of the movie is Joe-blow hockey player. Sound familiar? Even if you haven't seen it? That's because movies FREQUENTLY have snooty seem-to-be-good boyfriends who have all the technical prowess but are dicks. Note Doug, in the movie, the hockey player, is a big tart ALSO - but this is somehow besides the point. His cruelty is somehow endearing to our heroine, which would frusterate me: If the heroine herself wasn't such a frosty bitch. They play up the "They don't like each other" SO bad at the start, it's ridiculous. I don't like either of them and can't see how anyone would root for our girl and guy combo to actually come around. The only thing good about it is that they both won't infect two OTHER people with their heartless narcissism.

I noticed this in Touched by an Angel too.
And NO - you're not getting a link for that one.

I'm tired of 'romantic' movies always having the Ex be a jerk. Or, more often, the 'current' boyfriend/girlfriend - thwarting our happy couples happy union. It doesn't work that way. Other men and women aren't innately evil spawns of Satan. This just plays into media shellshocking way too easily. Few movies I have ever seen had the couple get together at the end and one additonal guy or girl just be OUT of FUCKING LUCK. But that's how things are. I'm not going to find some girl who is dating a total jackass and slowly coerce her into a relationship because I'm charmingly simple. If she's any good TO BEGIN WITH she'll most definitely be dating a pretty stand-up guy. If only everyone in the world were dating snooty Harvard students - it'd be so EASY to sweep them out from under their noses.

Because after all, he's accomplished and intelligent - by popular culture he HAS to be cold, mean, or socially inept.

I bet you didn't think THAT'd be the conclusion upon reading the title of this entry.