Bloomin' suspicious letter from a bank-that-I-no-longer-hold-an-account-with this morning, makes me wonder if I'm now on some kind of bank-revenge-hit-list somewhere in the bowels of the world of personal finance.
I've been grappling with CP Snow's Two Cultures recently; what he's saying is great, despite the outdated examples, although the language is just a bit too stuffy and rambling. I'm sure that in person it would have been far more bearable.
Since finishing with school/university, its been rare for my opinions about education to put me in the throes of a good rant, but with this little book urging me to question why I think what I think, (and if what I thunk needs changing... given some thought on the matter?) and to be proud of my decision to do the IB, to have subjected myself to a multitude of disciplines and, most importantly, to have challenged myself with the new and the frightening.
What I did at Uni, nay, from 16 up, really could do with some looking at... why I'm here and now is a definite, concrete result of the there and then. Desperate not to let a narrow curriculum limit my possible directions, I may have led myself down a garden-path which is, in truth, merely abetting my natural inclination to dithering.
If so, is the very fact that I have tendency to allow life to happen to me, a result, cause, effect, symptom of (or perhaps merely a correlation with) the above?
Any suggestions for a ball-grabbing, sock-pulling, bootstrap-lifting inspiration thingamabob that'll help get my goose going?
In other news:
When you have a really good, 'wracked with sobs' kind of prolonged blubbering outburst, its impact is extremely exhausting. Two days ago and I still ache. In future I need to book time off real lifebefore I decide to have a minor breakdown.
B:Two Cultures C.P.Snow
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