At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.
Let your heart include both a need for people and a needlessness of them. Your need for them is so that you may speak kindly to them and share your joy with them; and your needlessness of them is so that you may maintain your integrity and preserve your dignity.
When I like you, I like you. I get emotionally invested. I pour myself into you because I wanna show you I truly care about you. I wanna show you that I have all of this love inside of me that I’m willing to give you. I want you to know that whatever you’re going through I’m there for you, whether you’re too drunk to even function or you’re too sad to get out of bed. I’m there. I promise you I can show you what it feels like to be cared for, to be loved, and to be cherished. I will give you everything I have if that’s what puts a smile on your face. But damn boy, you just don’t realize.