Originality. We are taught in our childhood that everyone is special (feel free to sing along). We each have our own place in the world and our uniqueness is precious. It’s also what much of the motivation behind religious belief centers on. Jesus loves you, God loves you, God has his place for you in the world or something, and all You have to Do is Believe in Him. Gratuitous capitalization intended.
I’ve been thinking about how unoriginal everything in each of our lives is. Mainly stemming from the extremely unoriginal idea of entrepreneurship. Ideas don’t get much more unoriginal than that. People were trading furs and pebbles long before the wheel was invented. I’m sure some cool dude set up a little clearing in the jungle to display his wares, and that dude was the world’s very first entrepreneur.
How many people, unsatisfied with their lives of teacher torture, or pointy-haired-boss torture, or professor torture, or landlord-asking-for-rent torture, sit in their cubicles/dorms/bedrooms/apartments dreaming of formulating an idea, putting it to practice, and being your own boss? Its simplicity is what makes it so attractive, especially in America, what with our Dream and all.
It’s just how… naive we are. Me. Am. Is. No, that’s still not right.
By the way, I’m sitting in El Pollo Loco after the long, pointless Physics Team meeting waiting for the long, pointless Symphony Orchestra rehearsal at 6pm. Just thought you’d like to know that.
For your info, I have a narrative essay to write, a short story presentation to create and present, three weeks of math homework to finish, years worth of college physics material to self-study, clothing and such to pack, spam filters to set up on Reverie, a Math Team captain election speech to prepare and deliver, three concerts in the morning on Wednesday and one more long concert at night in stuffy concert attire, an interview by APN to deal with, four hours of volunteer shift to work on Thursday night…
Luckily I finished my compsci project and my chem lab today. Whew. At the rate of two items per day… okay, I’m not going to finish in time before my flight on Friday morning.
Especially since I have completely no free time on Wednesday due to the conveniently-scheduled concerts. Or Thursday due to my Methodist session. Not that I had any free time today, really, either (due to three-hour rehearsal, two-hour physics team meeting, and ortho appointment). Oh yeah, speaking of ortho appointment… I desperately wanted my braces off for camp. Even if it doesn’t impair my speaking abilities (which it does), it seriously undermines my self-confidence. I’m going to be going to a camp with the 19 other VERY BEST high school students in the nation. I really don’t want to be wearing lame braces, with FOUR. CROSSOVERED. ELASTICS. Crap. I couldn’t get my orthodontist to take them off before Friday. Crap.
The other unoriginal goal I was thinking about today (they mostly regard careers as that’s what’s been in my mind recently) was studying finance — playing with money. It’s another extremely popular career choice for youngsters — the latest fad, it seems, after watching the US economy collapse and all those Wall Street con-men get away with all the money. People think it’s an easy get-rich-quick scheme — one year on the job, and then millions of green paper to backstroke through on your way to your private villa by yacht.
It’s 11:59; if I don’t click Publish now it won’t count as today’s post, so we’ll have to end here.
This is going to be a horrible week. Yet, hopefully, it will also be the start of something spectacular.