domingo, 6 de fevereiro de 2011

Dad Here

Funny having my dad here.
Funny getting home and seeing his shirts hanging by the window and have his Flex shampoo smell in the house as soon as I walk in. It's nice, though, don't get me wrong. Funny and nice. A pleasant difference in my routine.

And funny the way it is...I wrote about psychology the last post and missing it and all that...But during class I was not missing it at all, I actually missed my baby-students. I felt nauseous and uneasy with all the Buber talk, all the therapy talk. I felt sick when the professor went on and on about existential difficulties and impossibilites, corroborating all my recent soul-seeking and questioning.

So, go figure.

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