Cursed Week

It seems that this is the week that tragedy chooses to brandish its burn.

I know because this is the week that had been April Vacation when I was in school, and it is the week that precedes my birthday.

Oklahoma City Bombing.

Columbine.

And now Virginia Tech.

I’ve purposefully avoided most of the media coverage. I just don’t want to know. I don’t know how to reconcile optimism with the world we actually live in.

But its impossible to avoid all of the news. Most of my perspective on this comes from my Glenn Beck obsession. I can turn off the news, but not the Glenn.

Anyway, I digress.

I’m left with a feeling of despair.

Or, more precisely, why bother?

What is the point of all the cooking, and cleaning, and studying? What does it all do, besides keep me wrapped up in a world of contrivances?

None of this life I lead feels real. It feels artificial and constructed. I don’t do things because I have this short life to live, and to feel, and to learn.

I do it because I need 22 more credits to get my degree. I do it because the rent is due. I do it because it is what I perceive to be most acceptable to society, whatever that is, and why ever I think that is important.

And that just seems wrong.

Everybody’s Doing It…

Everybody seems to be getting this sam result, too. How lame.

The Numbers Don’t Lie

I couldn’t actually vote in yesterday’s gubenatorial primary. When I registered way back when, I registered as an Independant, but then I went and voted in the Republican Primary when Romney was running, which automatically switches me to Republican status. I should have gone and switched myself back, but I’m lazy and this never happened.

Nevertheless, I was happy to see that Deval Patrick had won the Democratic spot.

And it really was no competition, as these numbers from boston.com show. (I tried to actually show the numbers. but the tables won’t copy. If you want to see the stats, I’m afraid you must register.)

I’ll do the neccesary reasearch and all before casting my vote, but I don’t have all that much faith in Healy.And sound reasoning aside, I think this just may come down to the Kennedy/Nixon dichotomy. Healy plays horribly on TV. She doesn’t have a spark to her. Patrick has that X Factor. He gets people to sit up and take notice.

And in a state that is so overwhelmingly liberal, it’s the Republican who needs the X Factor.