I know that this is not an uncommon phenomenon, but I feel strange to hate someone that I've never met. I also feel strange that I both feel sorry about a different person's horrible situation, yet also am happy about it. I'm not typically a vindictive or hateful person. I rarely say that I hate someone: I usually dislike or am unhappy with someone. But no, in these cases I hate someone and am satisfied with someone's misfortune.
Happy New Year. Here's to hoping that by the end of it, I'll believe those words.
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The ramblings and aha! moments of a 5th year art history grad student living what her dad calls a "cosmopolitan" life between DeKalb and Chicago.
Friends and those I admire.
Me.
- It Builds Character.
- Cornfield, IL, United States
- Curator, Registrar, Art Historian.
Likes.
- Attempting to work on my thesis.
- Balthus.
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
- Buying books that I won't have time to read until I'm no longer in school.
- Cataloguing stuff.
- David Cronenberg.
- Henry Darger.
- Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy.
- Macabre, innocence, sex, and horror.
- Mid-century design.
- Poorly produced horror, action, and sci-fi films.
- Rural and urban exploration.
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