You can change your life. You can change your major. Change your career, change your hairdo, change your socks. Change your priorities, your political party, hell, even become the life of the party. But, ultimately, things will remain the same.
There is no free will. We are all just cruel playthings of either fate or complicated genetics or something else entirely.
The proof: I have just spent seven consecutive hours in lab.
How is that even possible? It is impossible. It is the polar opposite of possible. If Don Quixote were to be interviewed on the subject, he would label this scenario the “impossible sadness” and proceed to engage the woeful reporter in a duel for lying that such a ludicrous event had occurred.
The time frame of “seven consecutive hours” is reserved for such activities as sleeping and watching movies like this. And please note that those activities do not include large expanses of time devoted to frantic conversations like, “Crap! What do you mean, ‘The solution is gone?’ Where is the ethanol? Where is our advisor? Why are we here? Did we even eat today? What the hell! We have to add the solution now, before the gel solidifies!”
Listening to the dulcet tones of Fergie in the midst of this chaos did not improve the overall situation. Yes, Fergie, big girls do cry. They cry and use words like “autoclave” and “agarose” and never, ever, no matter how dire the situation* do big girls say, “And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket”.
The inexplicable popularity of the songs on Top 40 radio stations is further proof that not only does fate control everything, but that it is indeed quite cruel.
*Examples of applicable dire situations include Frodo in Mordor and Custer’s Last Stand.
okay i’m not going to lie
that line is my favorite part of/the only good thing about that fergie song
Honestly. I love that song. But not because I think big girls don’t cry. Rather because I was subjected to hours and hours of “smooth jazz” this summer while working and of those hours I considered the time that that song and also “Rainy Night in Georgia” were playing a relaxing break.
But overall things really don’t change. No matter what you change, you are you. Other people are other people. And we all seem to be somehow drawn to certain things. You apparently are drawn to laboratories. Unfortunate.