as per usual, there isnt much enlightenment going on over in the snow-soaked territory of worcester. however, i'll stand my ground and once again profess that i generally believe that one of the greatest emotions out there is anticipation. the unknown. the speculation. the tightness right underneath and between your rib cage. it really is quite wonderful.
though before i can anticipate the good, i must get through two midterms and an essay; only one of the three is over a subject that i actually remotely understand. and thus, a blog post.
im writing an essay about nietzsche's perspective of the hero. and really. i dont give a fuck. i mean i know he's this intense and well-acclaimed philosophical writer. but. he was out of his freaking mind. really. the man thought he was socrates.
a boy once said to me, as i called him to interrupt his homework, "no, its ok, i want to talk. nietzsche died 100 years ago, with you, i gotta seize the next hundred." I have this bad habit of relating songs to situations, outfits to outings, quotes to contexts. so of course every time we discuss nietzsche, i go back to this one particular moment sophomore year when this boy said this thing that he probably doesnt even remember saying.
my point is that, when i let my carpe diem-y side shine, i totally agree with him. and not just in the context of that one conversation, because i have no idea what we talked about, but in life. i think its why i like the feeling of anticipation so much. regardless of what's happened in the past, or even how awful of a mood i'm in now, theres always at least something good to look forward to.