Same As It Ever Was
According to merriem-webster.com, paradox is defined as the following:
1: a tenet contrary to received opinion
a : a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense and yet is perhaps true
b : a self-contradictory statement that at first seems true
c : an argument that apparently derives self-contradictory conclusions by valid deduction from acceptable premises
3: one (as a person, situation, or action) having seemingly contradictory qualities or phases
While this month’s topic is seemingly easy (who can’t express opinions about the countless paradoxes in the world?), I’ve greatly struggled with what, exactly, to write.
Ha ha ha. This is a joke, right? You can’t keep your goddamn mouth shut for two seconds when it comes to opinions. And generally ridiculous ones, at that.
Do I write about something personal? Lots of stuff has happened in the past few months. Life turned itself upside down, inside out, and back again. Yet, while it’s all changed, essentially, rather than throwing me into foreign zones, it feels more like how it always was before.
That’s lame. You should talk about dating. Surely, some weirdo or bum you want to help fix has caught your eye as of late. You know you can’t go on for too long without trolling the craigslist.
First of all, I do not troll the craigslist for dates, only to make myself feel better by pitying others. Remember, I learned that lesson a while back. (shiver) Second, there’s nothing to talk about on that subject. I’ve been completely single for nearly a year now. And can confidently say that I’ve never been happier in this situation. Not that I can’t get a date if I wanted to (there are always bums!), giving up any time or the idea of compromise right now are completely unappealing. He’d have to be pretty special for me to make time. No more projects.
First of all, having a full set of teeth is not that special. Second, so what exactly are you doing with this precious time? Please don’t tell me that you’ve thrown yourself into that obsession with math again, because that will land you nowhere.
Nah. No more math until next semester’s statistics class. Well, today I had a lovely afternoon reading, listening to Vivaldi. In fact, the book I’m reading included a conversation about paradox between two characters. They were discussing one of their futures and how the impossible was necessary, yet the necessary impossible. Pretty excited to find out how the story unfolds.
What do you think of that impossible necessary, necessary impossible thing? Surely you have an opinion on that.
I guess I’d have to say that if you feel something is so necessary, that you’d work to make it happen but realize that there’s only so much you can do. Certain factors remain beyond our control And furthermore, if something is so necessary, yet proves absolutely impossible that it wasn’t necessary to begin with, as life will go on. Maybe not the way you imagined, hoped, or expected, but nonetheless, it will progress somehow.
So you’re saying that you’ve finally given up the dream of being a prima ballerina? You know, since you’re not nearly pretty enough and missed that boat by a good twelve years.
Essentially. It’s looking like I’ll just have to be a smart girl with cats.
Acceptance is the first step.
Nice to know. And hey, lookie there, it’s about time for me to finish this up.
That wasn’t so hard now, was it?
No, no it wasn’t. Thanks for the help. Now, if only I could get you to project yourself in a more positive way
Well, that might be a little more difficult. I’m a necessity designed to keep your stupid ego in check. Go eat some more ice cream, fatty.
That, I can handle, easily.