Ok, still invisible alter-world audience who does not actually exist, I know life is not fair. I have been consistently reminded of this fact since before I can remember. In fact one of my dad's favorite phrases is "Life's hard and then you die" meaning of course that life's a bitch - get over it now. We all know, we all hate it, but we deal with it.
But let's be real pretend-audience, we all WANT life to be fair and when it's not, we get annoyed. Especially when its the type of unfairness that is somewhat within the control of those around us - ie when unfairness is caused by our friends, teachers, parent, other relatives, etc. And here comes the bit where I complain of the unfairness in my life this past week:
Case of unfairness #1: The Case of JJ (see last blog for various discussion/description of this individual)
I asked him to Crush Party last Saturday - almost exactly one week before the day. Considering that no one had asked him yet I assumed that my other sorority sister did not in fact like him, as I had originally conjectured. When he said yes I was happy. Cut to approximately noon of the next day and I get a phone call from JJ asking me if he can back out of going to Crush Party with me because Other-sorority-sister-who-apparently-actually-does-like-him asked him mere hours after myself. He tried to be gentlemanly but it was obvious the love-struck puppy was just dying to go with this other girl. As a gracious person I assured him that I understood and let him go. While part of me understands his feelings, another part of me (the part that has been bombarded with lessons in etiquette since the young age of 11) feels slighted and angry at this, lets face it, less than polite behaviour. But to be real - if I knew he was pining for some OTHER girl the whole night and if he spent his time with her rather than me I would have been miserable. But its still unfair. Sigh. (However, there is a good side to this - I asked SZ from 19th century novel to go with me and he said yes - huzzah!)
Case of unfairness #2: The Dr. Y (female version - not the Dr. Y who teaches playwrighting and whom I'm just a little bit in love with) and Criterion.
This is my third year, and due to my impending early graduation, final year on the Criterion staff. I love this magazine - I did everything that I could as a lowly reviewer the past to years to assert and prove myself. I have always done everything required of me and have been on the staff the longest (even longer than the current senior editor!!!!!) with the exception of RD. But of the two people who have been on the staff the longest, who doesn't get promoted to Associate Editor (the level between Reviewer and Senior Editor). If you couldn't by the title - that would be me. I have petitioned multiple times to be promoted, stating all me reasons AND I have taken on extra responsibilities this year and have done just as much, if not more work, that some of the other Associate Editors and certainly FAR MORE work than my current "fellow" reviewers. Example - I spent an hour sending individual rejection e-mails to the students whose work was not chosen for publication when I could have been working on my latest play. But apparently NONE of that matters to Dr. Y. And so my work goes ungratified with the simple title it deserves. AND I am taking a class from Dr. Y so I have to like her.
And that invisi-audience is my life is unfair.
On the plus side I have decided what to name the penguin behind the Rain's Front Desk - I call him Rufus!
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