charlobo-a-go-go

When I was in college, that rebellious time of my life that I look back on with an evil grin, I stole discovered a brick of lucite. I pulled up Word on my computer (this was before the days of Pages), and typed up the following phrase: Fuck that weak shit.

That was, oh goodness, 17 years ago. Pause. I feel old. Whatever. Anyways, that was 17 years ago. Since then, it’s graced my desk during my masters. My doctorate. And even though I’ve moved a few times since those days, I still have it. The thought has crossed my mind to toss the damn thing, but I can’t seem to do that.

So today, as I was perusing graduate programs in psychology (PhD level. But we’ll discuss that another time…), I remembered this sign. It motivated me to do better when things were difficult. It kept me going when I was ready to believe that people thought I was not good enough. It reminded me that I would never be that weak shit.

The sign sits, where it has for the last 5 years or so, on my dresser. I look forward to the day when I can put it on my desk again to plot my world domination.

Charbo