so now im not gonna spend on any goods. i have more today than my peasant ancestors could have dreamed of . and the amount of joy i feel when spending money is embarrassing. so im stopping. good bye mall good bye amazon and good bye glossy cherry red mary janes im sure you'll go out of fashion soon or possibly already have who knows
beautiful men are so scarce and so in demand that i feel the only way i could get one is if i were very rich and successful. but then i would be constantly paranoid that he'd cheat on me. there was a guy on main sub (he mentioned he used to model) who said his wife was some sort of hyper competent woman in stem and that she was funding his phd in literature which i think is my ideal scenario. handsome man with an unemployable degree so he won't go out to work where the stress might make him bald or where he might meet other women. i would give him a generous allowance of course. but i would always worry that he married me only for the money :( because i do want to be loved.
can beautiful men love? all of the ones i've met so far are borderline sociopathic. and i don't want a sociopathic husband.
I've been admitted into two MBA programs: one is a domestic program here in India, top 10 university, with job placement support. The second is an international MBA, newly launched, where the first year is to be spent studying at an Indian university (also top 10) and the second in France at Paris 1 (Pantheon Sorbonne) for a degree in Healthcare Management, and you get both the MBA and the Healthcare Management degree in the end.
The issue is there is (from what I can tell) no career support in France for students, but there is for the domestic program. This is supported by a post I saw here on Reddit deriding the Pantheon Sorbonne's international MBA (though I think not exactly the same program, but similar enough. They were a US citizen). It is also significantly more expensive than the domestic program - it's possible to pay it back if I land a job in France but that is a big if. I don't have any alumni I can speak to, because this is the first year this program is being offered.
I also think Healthcare Management will possibly restrict me mostly to roles in healthcare admin in hospitals and clinics and I would prefer to work in biotech and pharma companies. The domestic MBA would position me better to get a strategy, marketing, or consulting role and it will give me support in finding a job. The domestic one is slightly lower ranked than the MBA from the international program is, but it's not such a big difference that it accounts for the cost I think. I know basic French (that I learned in high school and then promptly forgot upon graduating) that I mostly use to watch and half-understand French New Wave films without translated subtitles so other people think I'm very clever. That is to say, I am not conversational, though I have some foundations that should hopefully help.
Also, there is some terror at the idea of going to France. Some fascination, too, obviously. It's a beautiful country. And there is something in me that says there is nowhere better to be than France when you're 23, single, and prone to bouts of mania. The thrift shops at le Marais are singing to me. They're singing beautiful songs of love and ever lasting happiness. My bank account is on the verge of developing consciousness solely for the purpose of kiIIing itself. There is much to think about!!!
im drunk and all my friends r going to sleep even tho its only 2 am
i really think people are operating under some sort of delusion about themselves and their capabilities. "my figs are rotting" your figs are an illusion! your figs don't exist except in your mind palace. if you had it in you to be an author, or a scientist, or an artist, you would already be one. or at least you would be actively working towards it. when true passion consumes you, all of your other "figs" will be the last thing on your mind. posting about the figs won't even come into the picture. shut up about the stupid fucking figs there are no figs it's a mirage your mind made up to cope with the barren wasteland of your actual life