I think that universities and clubs have much in common. They both involve the human condition of wanting what you can't have. It is said that people need a constant aim, and if our primal urges for food and shelter are satisfied, then we will invent a new aim. I will be talking about the never-ending chase of the horizon.
I've applied to a few universities in Holland, where I'd like to do a Master's degree in Media and Journalism. While I had no clear favourites, two of them seemed more appealing. Groningen only accepts 15 people to do the course, and oddly enough, they very much liked my interview,so I got an offer from them. Secondly, Erasmus University Rotterdam offered a very appealing degree and just yesterday they told me they have accepted me too, on the condition that I pass all my modules and exams. Awesome.
Yet, the funny little female mind of mine indulged in some subsequent mind-games. What the bleeding hell must be wrong with them, accepting me to do a course there?!
Silly me. I would like to get into a good master's course. Challenge accepted. I have been offered place at the best universities for my speciality. Challenge completed. So...i am confused and suddenly thinking that what I wanted must be of less value, if I've achieved it.
Should you make the mistake of going into a club, there's the usual meat market: when it is a straight club, some girls are hot, some girls are not. Some guys hit on the former, and the later you go in the night, the fewer the good looking guys are, they are somehow taken by 10:30p.m. So, if you're a girl, and you're hit on by an attractive man (and let's face it, it almost never the good-looking ones!), then I personally get flabbergasted. That's nice of you to approach me... but if you're not taken by now, then something must be wrong with you. It may not be looks, but there's always something wrong.
That is at least the case with many women. They bitch that it is never the hot men who hit on them.However, when the inadequacy is not physical, they will immediately start looking for it until they can pin it down. There must be some other horrible shortcoming. Indeed, sometimes, may it be short? Is the coming short?
Of course, the entire reason for this disbelief is our own female shortcomings. In Theatre Arts, they talk about suspension of disbelief.And to chase happiness is an absurd concept- if you chase it, it will run away. It would do all of us well if we believed in our capabilities, knew our strengths and accepted our flaws.
I've applied to a few universities in Holland, where I'd like to do a Master's degree in Media and Journalism. While I had no clear favourites, two of them seemed more appealing. Groningen only accepts 15 people to do the course, and oddly enough, they very much liked my interview,so I got an offer from them. Secondly, Erasmus University Rotterdam offered a very appealing degree and just yesterday they told me they have accepted me too, on the condition that I pass all my modules and exams. Awesome.
Yet, the funny little female mind of mine indulged in some subsequent mind-games. What the bleeding hell must be wrong with them, accepting me to do a course there?!
Silly me. I would like to get into a good master's course. Challenge accepted. I have been offered place at the best universities for my speciality. Challenge completed. So...i am confused and suddenly thinking that what I wanted must be of less value, if I've achieved it.
Should you make the mistake of going into a club, there's the usual meat market: when it is a straight club, some girls are hot, some girls are not. Some guys hit on the former, and the later you go in the night, the fewer the good looking guys are, they are somehow taken by 10:30p.m. So, if you're a girl, and you're hit on by an attractive man (and let's face it, it almost never the good-looking ones!), then I personally get flabbergasted. That's nice of you to approach me... but if you're not taken by now, then something must be wrong with you. It may not be looks, but there's always something wrong.
That is at least the case with many women. They bitch that it is never the hot men who hit on them.However, when the inadequacy is not physical, they will immediately start looking for it until they can pin it down. There must be some other horrible shortcoming. Indeed, sometimes, may it be short? Is the coming short?
Of course, the entire reason for this disbelief is our own female shortcomings. In Theatre Arts, they talk about suspension of disbelief.And to chase happiness is an absurd concept- if you chase it, it will run away. It would do all of us well if we believed in our capabilities, knew our strengths and accepted our flaws.
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