Preventive Retention.

So, what with all the passionate speeches, vocal outbursts and comparisons to banana leaves (that was some analogy, though, wasn’t it?), I am slowly getting converted. I am seriously considering becoming a feminist. Ideally, I’d just like to become a Mal Syrian Christian Blue Eyed Boy; but since I ain’t one by default, and also because a change in ideology is much easier than a sex change, I think I’ll stick to altering my orientation. In thought, that is.

That is not to say that I am a male chauvinist now. Or not. I mean, mostly, I don’t really care. It’s funny when I think about how little I care. (and just to prove my point, she here cares) About people, issues, ideologies; and all that. I used to, you know. A lot. There used to be a time when I had a perspective on everything (I still do – that I don’t care). There used to be a phase when I’d attend meetings and speak at discussions. So, as usual, I was pretending to read A. K. Gopalan (oh, and that reminds me, there have been some very funny blog-worthy happenings with regard to the whole study group fiasco; but I don’t care enough to write about it)(see what I mean?); yes, so anyway I was attempting to try and scale myself through over 100 pages of I-don’t-give-a-f-what; and then I thought : Whoa, I’ve become such a cynic. Yes, I have transformed into some sort of reckless, thoughtless, cynical, bored bitch. And we all know who/what/ where is responsible for this. For wrecking all our lives.

Law school. Sometimes I meet an ex-law schoolite, and they say they’re from here, and I look at them with pity and say, Aw, you poor thing.

So, anyway, here I am; a day before the exam that I don’t really care enough about (I talk too much, I shall be my own undoing) blaming law school for making me not care enough. Circular argument, perhaps. But I don’t care. Which brings us back to where I started, anyway.

You might have noticed that this blog isn’t what it used to be. I miss it, too. Assuming, of course, that you do. And come on, some of you do do. Don’t you? So, I was also thinking about why this place isn’t what it used to be, and why I’ve taken to writing the sentimental tosh that I do; and now I should shut up, or I’ll talk too much again. So yeah, it’s just that this was where I came to amuse myself. And lash out at the world, in general.

I have, however, made peace with this place now. I bitch less, and try to pretend to study more. This blog has become largely redundant in its original agenda – amusing me. (and not you) But every time I want to wrap it up, they'll says something amusing like I know there are porn maniacs in this class; and I just crack up. And the world seems like a funnier place.

Anyway, the idea is: I blame this place less now. I’d like to take responsibility for myself. I still maintain that this place is all that I said here. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that four years down the lane I’ll have Her keeping a tab on me and I’ll be corporate whore-ing myself. And, I’d like to have something to show. I mean, at the end of it all, when they ask me what I got; I can’t show them one measley little bitchy blog, can I? (alternatively, I could just go to work for Midday)

So, there. I’m going to write a couple of posts about how law school is the most wonderful thing that happened to the world. After me.

I’ll try, in any case.

Sigh. It used to be fun to blame this place.

PS: I’m just getting into the groove. I promise, we’ll be back on Bitch Central soon enough.
PPS: Crew Cut smiled at me today. I am so thrilled.
PPPS: Oh, and someone compared this to that. I am very flattered. Thank you. :)