Wednesday, October 23, 2013

probably an estrogen overdose, probably not

Application essay (draft #98234):  Let's just say you are the cracker.  We can call your students the cheese.  You guys are working great together.  I am the rosemary and pepper.  I need you to be something, and I choose you because I enjoy cheese and crackers.  You need me, too.  You just don't know it yet.
Take caprese - I can eat all these components alone, but why when I can eat them together in a delicious grilled sandwich?  It's like synergy (just go with it).
Is that a good enough answer?  Am I good enough for you?
Realizing "alone" is such a loaded word, and "sad" is a very basic feeling.
This isn't about you or me, or what you say or what I say, or what you do or what I do.
This is about how I will always be this way and why I should throw myself into something that can't ruin me more than this has already been ruined.  Temporarily submersed in the mind of a nine year old who knows.

"It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss."

"I tried to invent optimistic inventions.  But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud."

-Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer


Just stop.

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