Thanksgiving

I don't have anything to say about Thanksgiving. It is Thanksgiving today. Hence why this post is titled Thanksgiving. 

Here's something to say about Thanksgiving actually. Dr. Miller told us on Thursday that he doesn't celebrate the holiday because it's an awful premise. He hasn't in 20 years. I agree. I respect him. He's been vegan for 20 years. We should all be vegans he thinks. I disagree. I respect him anyway. 

I think it's very hopeful to meet someone who is not only consistent in their moral beliefs but consistent in applying them to their own actions. That's not me. And I feel desolate and shitty today. So I will talk about a hopeful thing. 

I think Dr. Miller is the smartest person I've ever met in my life. I don't mean academically (although I could and it would be true too). I think he just understands stuff on a fundamentally deeper level than almost anyone else can. I must spend as much time as possible with him so that it'll rub off on me. And after he dies I will eat his brain to gain his intelligence. 

I'm kidding. I don't give a shit about being smarter. I mean it's obviously a good thing to gain knowledge and wisdom. But I don't care about becoming smarter as a means of like, social leveraging or something. I can say confidently that I will not be lying on my death bed thinking, "god, I'm so happy I climbed that social ladder and made such a good payroll." If I ever start talking like that please come to my house and shoot me in the head with a gun. Ideally, I'm lying on my deathbed (dying of something tasteful, like vagina failure after too much sex), thinking about the company I held in life. Thinking about my best teachers. My best professors. My family. 

I always wish I told Ms. Rodems how profound of an impact she had on my life. More than just an english teacher, she was an english friend <3 and she supported me and believed in me and reached out to me and comforted me when my best friend overdosed and probably other things that I have forgotten (shoutout to the most divine pharmaceutical cocktail known to man, Lamictal Hydroxyzine and Wellbutrin, for making sure I never have a Thought again). I could still reach out to her. I will. Someday. I really should. I really will. I will. and I will reach out to Dr. Miller too after I have graduated. Maybe I'll write a very heartfelt and personal email and bcc them both. 2 birds. 

3 birds! Happy Thanksgiving.

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