My dad and I were sitting in his truck, waiting for my mom and brother to meet us for lunch, when Simon & Garfunkel’s “I Am a Rock” started playing.
Me: “I love this song.”
Dad: “So do I. I always think of you when I hear it.”
It made me tear up a little to hear him say that, which only proves how not like that song I actually am. But I wish I was.
In actual news, today I read news articles about:
*a teen who died after being tortured by his father and tied to a tree for 18 hours.
*a 9-year-old girl who wrote a letter to Santa asking for her molestation to stop.
*an Oregon couple who beat their 9 children with boards, pipes, and metal spoons. Apparently the father claimed to be Jesus Christ and kept incredibly strict order.
Humanity, you make me sick. I need some kind of parental control on my news feeds so that I can be informed on current events, but avoid these… I don’t even think I know of a word vile enough to express my feelings. I shall make one: desopravilian. Yes. Avoid these desopravilian acts.
On an unrelated note, I finally stopped procrastinating and applied to business school. Their upcoming quarter starts Jan 10th, for which I doubt I met any kind of deadline, so perhaps I can start in the Spring. I am excited, both to start the program and for finally making a decision. It’s a good step forward.