Wednesday, 12 June 2013

I's gone done graduated AKA if Whitby were an operating system, it would be Linux

Convocation was on the 5th. I got hooded and was given a very pretty piece of paper. So that's it. I officially have been conferred a bachelor's degree in music history and the responsibilities, privileges and magic powers thereof.

I think it means that it will come in handy when McDonald's runs out of paper towels in the kitchen.

It's bittersweet. It's a reminder of what I have done and can do, which I really need every once in a while because like the rest of us who have been aware since childhood of having a higher level of intelligence than most, I have an existential crisis whenever I can't do something. I can look at it and remember all the fun I had along the way and how the handful of things that pissed me off didn't ruin it all. But it also signifies, or at least it will for the duration of my rut in the suburban level of Sartre's Hell, that those times are over. That really hit me hard when we had to rush home after the ceremony because I had to leave without saying goodbye to anyone, and that really hurts. I don't know if I will have the opportunity to go back and visit or get to see any of my friends and professors again because it's such a hardship to travel to Waterloo without a car.

True story: it is easier and cheaper to travel to Whitby from Waterloo via Greyhound/public transit and it takes less time.

People who say that only boring people get bored never had to live in Whitby. This joke of a list of events is what I mean. I can tell you, several decades in advance, that even as a senior citizen, I will not participate in Seniors' Month. Earth Week, Earth Hour and Family Day are not unique to Whitby. The outdoor events, including the ones that are less boring than the others, are always ruined by screaming kids and chain smokers.

If I have to keep living in Whitby until I am a senior, I most certainly will become a crazy bird lady and I'll be known as that crazy old lady who wears an ugly Christmas sweater covered in bird shit all year round.

I'm aching to get out of Whitby (the whole Durham region for that matter) for good. I have no attachments to the place. It was never my home. I have never been fond of it. Its infrastructure is garbage - there are easily more than thirty salons but less than ten grocery stores and the current state of public transit is such that a ten-minute drive takes an hour by bus. If you want to do anything fun, you have to leave the city. There are no special places and there is no culture. I can't think of anything I will miss about it when I finally leave. If I had the means, I would pack up and leave tomorrow. Whitby is the result of a derpy city planner turning a small farming town into a suburb. It's the best place in the world for people who are content to spend all of their free time in front of their computers because that way, they don't have to feel like they're missing out on the outside world.

In other words, Linux users.

That's it for the night. Even people in ruts have to sleep once in a while. Who knew?

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