Update for Everyone III - The Whinge Binge

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I turned twenty-two today.

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I'm having a pretty bad night. I can't cry but I really want to.

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I'm having a pretty bad night. I can't cry but I really want to.

I'm sorry to hear that. If you ever need to talk, you can talk to me.

I think I've made my dissatisfaction with the culture in which I'm living very obvious in a lot of my comments on this forum. That feeling is especially pronounced right now.

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I want so badly to be a normal woman.

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Yeah, congratulations, man. Any plans now?

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I'm going to a Red Sox game in a couple of weeks.

On a similar note, I've kind of been meaning to get into cricket (to watch if not to play) but almost everybody who's into cricket in my area, or any area I've been in really, is South Asian and I'm worried I'd feel like too much of an outsider. That's before you even get into the subject of gender in sporting communities.

Also my university has an 'extreme croquet' (yes this is real) society that I'm considering getting involved in at some point. But, again, gender in sporting communities.

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Listening to From the New World. What a great symphony. I haven't heard it in too long.

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I got my usual computer back from the guy who was fixing it but the ‘fixing’ just created further problems. I lost hundreds of Word documents, some of which were very important, and am having problems with Firefox, Carbonite, and the touchpad. I implicitly distrust this guy now.

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Yep, the computer's still laggy as hell, which was one of the problems I wanted to get fixed. It's barely working any better at all overall, in some ways working worse.

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I just got caught up on the posts other than mine in the last page or so. I'm sorry for your loss, TDAS, and sorry for taking this long to say so.

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My husband just got accepted to study law.

Congratulations to him. Where is he going?

Glasgow. Three years. Scots Law (curiously)

Are there any particularly salient or famous difference between Scots and English law that one should be aware of? I know they're different in general, and I know about the 'not proven' verdict, but that's the extent of my knowledge.

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I'm on a trip to upstate New York to visit friends for the next week or so.

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Two and a half months after the end of my relationship with the Trinidadian gender theorist (I hestitate to call it a 'fling' because that implies a lack of seriousness of intent but in terms of duration that's unfortunately what it was), I have a crush again, this time on somebody who runs a comedy blog that gently sends up the works of Tolkien. For a long time I forced myself to believe that I'm someone who doesn't get crushes easily, because of somewhat unhealthy romantic notions that derived, ironically, in part from an ill-timed rediscovery of certain of the lesser-known works of Tolkien. I'm working on becoming okay with the fact that I actually get crushes pretty easily.

I'm not pursuing this one. She and I have become close friends and talk a lot about life and dreams and desires and stuff, and she and I want the same things out of a relationship, but unfortunately this is meant in the sense of wanting to play the same role in a relationship, and so it wouldn't work.

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Congratulations, and I'm here if you ever need to talk about anything.

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I've made the very painful decision to try to formally and in a mutually acceptable manner end a friendship that was originally really good and really close but has over the past year and a half or so become really strained and interfered with my ability to live my life. But I haven't talked to the other person in a couple of months anyway, so first I need to get her to respond to the email that I sent her asking to restore contact so that we can actually have a conversation about this.

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I've made the very painful decision to try to formally and in a mutually acceptable manner end a friendship that was originally really good and really close but has over the past year and a half or so become really strained and interfered with my ability to live my life. But I haven't talked to the other person in a couple of months anyway, so first I need to get her to respond to the email that I sent her asking to restore contact so that we can actually have a conversation about this.

Any updates on the situation?

She responded to the email. We're talking tomorrow; I'm really, really nervous about it.

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Huh?  You haven't talked in months anyway, so... just keep on not talking.  Am I missing something here?

Probably should have mentioned that there are a few different hitherto undiscussed aspects of our past together on which I need closure, and hitherto unexplained aspects of my past behavior about which I think she deserves honesty.

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I know, but little about this particular friendship has been normal. Even when it was close it was a little stilted, quiet, and cold. Neither of us really has an easy manner.

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Joe Republic turned out to be right in that we didn't really end the conversation in a different position from how we began it. We're on paper still friends. We're still not as close as we were. We're still not talking much. That's all.

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So, I just moved to Vancouver for school. The avatar change is jarring, but it is what it is. I'm already loving the city.

I'm actually moving to Tallahassee the day after tomorrow for the same reason.

Boston the day after tomorrow for me. (I technically started grad school last year but had to go on medical leave.)

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I had to drop my first class of the semester because today I got an email making vague but ominous allusions to hundreds of pages' worth of reading that I'm expected to already have done that nobody told me about. I decided that playing catch-up was impossible.

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I had to drop my first class of the semester because today I got an email making vague but ominous allusions to hundreds of pages' worth of reading that I'm expected to already have done that nobody told me about. I decided that playing catch-up was impossible.

Couldn't you have just explained your situation to the Professor? Or are teachers at your university unusually intransigent/uncaring?

I could have--I've heard he's a great guy--but I decided against it because the class:

1. Was seven hours a day for seven days, which I chickened out of committing to, and:
2. Also involved a field trip to  ing Andover. Andover is in the Merrimack Valley, up near the New Hampshire border, and I have a long commute already--Porter Square to Boston University is about an hour each way. It just wasn't worth it.

Besides, the class I added to replace this one, Buddhism in America, is a lot more in my wheelhouse anyway.

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I had to drop my first class of the semester because today I got an email making vague but ominous allusions to hundreds of pages' worth of reading that I'm expected to already have done that nobody told me about. I decided that playing catch-up was impossible.

Couldn't you have just explained your situation to the Professor? Or are teachers at your university unusually intransigent/uncaring?

I could have--I've heard he's a great guy--but I decided against it because the class:

1. Was seven hours a day for seven days, which I chickened out of committing to, and:
2. Also involved a field trip to  ing Andover. Andover is in the Merrimack Valley, up near the New Hampshire border, and I have a long commute already--Porter Square to Boston University is about an hour each way. It just wasn't worth it.

Besides, the class I added to replace this one, Buddhism in America, is a lot more in my wheelhouse anyway.

7 hours a day all week? I had no idea a class like that could even exist. That's just insane.

Well, the entire class is just the one week.

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muon, it is in fact at the main campus. I'm taking the T, so it's ten to fifteen minutes on foot from the apartment where I'm staying my friends to Porter Square, then about twenty minutes from Porter Square to Park Street, then waiting in Park Street for a few minutes, then about fifteen or twenty minutes from Park Street to BU.

Starting on Saturday though I'll be living in my permanent place for the next year or two and I'll have a much easier commute, Newton Center to Fenway and then to BU on foot. That'll be about half an hour.

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Oh, I'll definitely have a bicycle for when the T won't avail me.

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Where is this place?