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Blog entries by Greyson

I have an internship this summer. Now before you get all excited and congratulate me on my progress into adulthood, let me just say that this is not exciting for me. I won't go into details on where I work or what I do, I think it is sufficient to say that neither suit me. I find myself waking up Tuesdays through Thursdays, putting on one of my button-up shirts, and commuting with the droves of people who do this every day of their lives. I thank whatever god may exist -- I don't...
Not a whole bunch to say in this post, I think the title really says it all ultimately. I recently went through a rather large block on my creative and motivational ability to write anything at all. To say it was frustrating is an understatement. Don't get me wrong, I've experienced writer's block before, it's something that comes with being in school and having to write paper after paper; eventually the trivial nature of school bogs you down and you lose all will to persevere. However, I've...
--So this was a short response I wrote up in regards to the Myth of Gyge's Ring (I would suggest you read that story before this if you have not, or I fear much of the meaning will be lost upon you). I wanted to sort out some of my ideas and opinions of Ethics and Morality, and I think this helped a lot as, some astute readers might notice, I reference a lot of Existential thinkers along with Epicurean themes throughout, which turn out to be very closely related to my philisophical opinions...
So tonight, I have to run a program for my building (for some context, I am a Resident Advisor at my school. I hate it but it pays the tab I keep running up at the local bookstore.) Anyway, the program itself is about editing, and I, the English wiz that people believe I am, have volunteered myself for an hour to look at resident's papers and edit them. Only problem is, I am easily one of the worst editors I know. Remember back to my post just before this one, where I was angry about...
So I got published in a paper today (yay, fake celebration) at my university (suddenly less exciting) and I hated it (oh). I know that a lot of times people will say that artists or people of my personality (INFP if you're wondering) can't take criticism on their work. In many ways, this is completely true for me. If someone makes changes or suggests them to me without consulting me, or handing me an explanation as to what brought them to that conclusion, I resent them for it. Because I feel...
Last night, a girl I have known for almost my entire life passed away. It came suddenly, and I had no idea it happened until this morning when I awoke to an email sent to friends and family, notifying us of what happened. I’m sure many people would assume immediately that I would be devastated– I mean a childhood friend just passed out of my life forever, I will never see her again and there’s nothing I can do about it – but frankly I don’t know what I am. There’s this part of me, the part...
Have you ever noticed how, as the years pass on, your birthday just becomes another day? There's nothing exciting or special about it (generally starting sometime around the age of sixteen I feel) and you start to become more conscious of the fact that life is passing and really, while it is pretty cool that you're alive, there's not much more to celebrate. Today, over 150 people were exposed to an explosion that killed more than 30 and left hundreds injured. Not a month before this...
Motivation is a hard thing to come by. A lot of us take it for granted, somehow finding a steady flame which burns as bright no matter the task before it, no matter the fuel which is thrown into it. Others, like me, seem to have not been so blessed. As I sit here now, knowing that an empty page sits in my other tab, knowing that it has to somehow transform into a paper on a topic which I could not care less about, I wonder where my flame is, and what has extinguished the one I took for...
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