Diane + Pacey = my favorite celebrity couple
(via Diane Kruger In Marios Schwab – French Open | Red Carpet Fashion Awards)
Oh my gosh, I live in constant fear that I’m going to get fired from my MCAT job. But then my manager always calls me and gives me the opposite news.
Somehow, by some freak act of nature whereupon I was seized upon the will to write, I managed to knock out 8 of my med school secondaries.
The writing style is atrocious, and the content probably not much better, but holy crap! I am so productive!
Whenever I read a brilliant essay in a book or a magazine, I do this thing: wherein I break my attention completely away from the piece I’m reading, widen my eyes, sigh, and wish I were the one who had submitted X essay to Y magazine. For a while this notion consumes me entirely. I imagine what my life would be like if I had been the writer, what sorts of life experiences and schoolings I would need to go through in order to reach that point. And then I plot out ways I can make this happen, drawing on past networking and ways of newly introducing myself. This lasts for 5 to 10 minutes, during which I completely forget the subject of what I had been initially reading.
Then I return back to the real world, finish the essay, and continue to feel really bad about myself and my inadequacies as a writer. This session of reading, meant to be a means of edification of some unknown phenomena, becomes an exercise in self-evaluation.
Do I do this every single time I read something magnificent because I am a writer, because I am vain, or because I am of the Animalia kingdom and by nature have trouble thinking 100% altruistic thoughts? I think it’s unhealthy how much we’re conditioned into thinking about ourselves and only ourselves.
