So tonight, I pull an all-nighter. Rather, I pulled an all nighter. That sounds odd-why is the word "pulled" used there? How can you pull an intangible object? Oh, that's mildly irrelevant. Anyways...I was frightened for a moment when I wasn't sure I had had an experience that was day-altering enough to blog about, then I realized I always have something fishy to find swimming around in my head (fish jokes). I have Gabrielle Brooks and Nicole Chessin to thank for taking me to the library after a campus crime alert drove me out of Hillel. Also, Tazo Awake Tea works magically well. And, just out of curiosity, who created such a great tea as the one named Tazo? A single person or group of concerned individuals must have found reason enough to create an herb-infused tea that promotes health rather than draining it from us. The instillation of false-alertness through caffeine injection-college life. And so, I do denounce the creators of Tazo Tea to be Doers; not the people who write about tea, the people who photograph tea, or the people who drink tea, but the very ones who initiate the golden creation of such a product. I, too, desire to be a Doer.
In this world, there are two kinds of people: the Doers and the Dooees. The Dooers must be creative, must have a drive second to almost no one around them, and must go through life with peripheral blinders-you know, to ignore the discouraging idiots and buffoons of the world as they attempt to tear you down with their blind ignorance. The Doers are the designers, engineers, photographers, and movie stars don't study about acting or fashion, they create it. Doers do what dreamers fantasize about, what fashion stylists wish they were actually doing, and what "failed" architects such as Ted Moseby teach about (just kidding, Teddy). The Dooees, on the other hand, write about, manage, coordinate, and dreamily learn about doing, but never reach the point of true innovation. Self-derived deliverance requires a level of well, self, so much as to naturally inspire newness.
Technically, CEOs and Editors-In-Chief are Doers-but, I find myself seriously unable to dub them with this honor. Have they actually created something...themselves? Well, no, but they do an incredible job of delegating. I suppose yelling at people to do things makes you a Doer. And it's fun. Especially when you don't know them that well. Sometimes, yelling at randos whilst walking down Avenue Q makes for a cathartic experience. And no, Avenue Q is not a street-it's a wildly inappropriate musical that my parents took my brother and me to when we were twelve. Awkward.
As I sit in my library chair and scowl at the loud people, I begin to realize how peculiar this post is becoming. For this reason, we end here. Well, fellow fellows, I have emerged.........VICTORI...oh, wow-I really need to take a shower. Goodnight and have a lovely breakfast.
P.S. It is interesting to see the library newcomers arrive bright and early as they begin to mix with the crusty people from the night before (me).
In this world, there are two kinds of people: the Doers and the Dooees. The Dooers must be creative, must have a drive second to almost no one around them, and must go through life with peripheral blinders-you know, to ignore the discouraging idiots and buffoons of the world as they attempt to tear you down with their blind ignorance. The Doers are the designers, engineers, photographers, and movie stars don't study about acting or fashion, they create it. Doers do what dreamers fantasize about, what fashion stylists wish they were actually doing, and what "failed" architects such as Ted Moseby teach about (just kidding, Teddy). The Dooees, on the other hand, write about, manage, coordinate, and dreamily learn about doing, but never reach the point of true innovation. Self-derived deliverance requires a level of well, self, so much as to naturally inspire newness.
Technically, CEOs and Editors-In-Chief are Doers-but, I find myself seriously unable to dub them with this honor. Have they actually created something...themselves? Well, no, but they do an incredible job of delegating. I suppose yelling at people to do things makes you a Doer. And it's fun. Especially when you don't know them that well. Sometimes, yelling at randos whilst walking down Avenue Q makes for a cathartic experience. And no, Avenue Q is not a street-it's a wildly inappropriate musical that my parents took my brother and me to when we were twelve. Awkward.
As I sit in my library chair and scowl at the loud people, I begin to realize how peculiar this post is becoming. For this reason, we end here. Well, fellow fellows, I have emerged.........VICTORI...oh, wow-I really need to take a shower. Goodnight and have a lovely breakfast.
P.S. It is interesting to see the library newcomers arrive bright and early as they begin to mix with the crusty people from the night before (me).
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