Labeling Myself
I finally broke down and put labels on my posts. So now when I complain about being fat you can look at every entry I've ever written about being fat. Exciting, right?
It was fun reading through things I'd written two, three years ago. Also, it was a tad alarming when I had to create a "sex" label (and note that I'm not linking you to it). I avoided a "marijuana" label and fought the urge to erase anything that might be frowned upon by superiors in the medical establishment. I couldn't do it, though. It was nice coming across this post and remembering such a great night. It was especially sweet reading my early posts about Drew, remembering the intensity of my feelings for him from the very beginning and seeing how my anxieties about forcing him to move for medical school have come to pass.
I almost had to create a "useless anxiety" label, but I figured stamping a new entry with that label (or any less nasty variant) would probably cause me to delete the post. So what's the point. You guys know that I'm mostly about wasting energy through useless, baseless anxiety.
I'm not putting the labels in the margin because I figure there are only four people who read this blog on a daily basis and they'll know how to find stuff. And also I'm just not sure I want to make searching this blog any easier than it already is. If someone who doesn't like me tracks this page down I'd really rather not make it so easy for them to thumb through the past three years of my life. I will, however, provide the full list of links (well, minus "sex") here for your perusing pleasure.
Books
Canadian, The
Chris
Dad
Dolly
Drew
Fatness
Hollywood
Jana
John
Katie
Little Sister
Madeline
MCAT
Medical School
Molly
Mom
Money
Nicholas
Politics
Postbacc Program
Psychoanalysis
Sarah
Television
It was fun reading through things I'd written two, three years ago. Also, it was a tad alarming when I had to create a "sex" label (and note that I'm not linking you to it). I avoided a "marijuana" label and fought the urge to erase anything that might be frowned upon by superiors in the medical establishment. I couldn't do it, though. It was nice coming across this post and remembering such a great night. It was especially sweet reading my early posts about Drew, remembering the intensity of my feelings for him from the very beginning and seeing how my anxieties about forcing him to move for medical school have come to pass.
I almost had to create a "useless anxiety" label, but I figured stamping a new entry with that label (or any less nasty variant) would probably cause me to delete the post. So what's the point. You guys know that I'm mostly about wasting energy through useless, baseless anxiety.
I'm not putting the labels in the margin because I figure there are only four people who read this blog on a daily basis and they'll know how to find stuff. And also I'm just not sure I want to make searching this blog any easier than it already is. If someone who doesn't like me tracks this page down I'd really rather not make it so easy for them to thumb through the past three years of my life. I will, however, provide the full list of links (well, minus "sex") here for your perusing pleasure.
Books
Canadian, The
Chris
Dad
Dolly
Drew
Fatness
Hollywood
Jana
John
Katie
Little Sister
Madeline
MCAT
Medical School
Molly
Mom
Money
Nicholas
Politics
Postbacc Program
Psychoanalysis
Sarah
Television
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