Work, pills, and love

[cjsmith]

Swamped. More "midterms" in a week or two, depending on the class.

Might get a one- or two-day consulting gig in the computer world. That would feed me for several weeks.

Doxycycline is annoying in entirely new ways. (Still on clarithromycin too of course.) D. causes nausea. Lovely.

Last week after bio lab I walked out and gave glorious thanks to a God I don't particularly even believe in for the fact I'm not nineteen any more. Got to chatting with two young ladies, you see, both bright, both good-looking, and both in relationships that have the beginnings of red flags of abuse. Neither wants to break up with her beau. That might hurt him, you see. But both feel trapped, and they cringe at the thought of marriage and a family. Gee, I wonder why! They also don't want to be alone: each of them is isolated to the point that the boyfriend is nearly the only element of her social life. The sad thing about all this is that I know I did that too. I'm really glad I went through the years after that and grew up a bit.

Also, Rob: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being who you are.

OK, I'm late. Off to class.

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[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

By numbers, yes, it does. It's stunningly awful how many folks in their teens will put up with way more than too much.

But you're right: age isn't a guaranteed cure.