ON BECOMING A LAWYER — Along This So-Called Path Of Life

Reflection from July 4th, 2008 @ Age 27


You know I was thinking on the way to the mall today to return stuff, upon my last high, that maybe my life is like that whole messy room analogy.  I mean, you know how when you go to clean a room it always seems like it was the worst idea when you’re about half way done—because that’s when you’ve pulled everything out into the open and the place is more goddamn messy than when you began?  Well maybe that’s like where my life is right now, because after that first half things just magically start falling right into their places, almost without effort.  But the first half is almost all effort and no reward.  And then the second half is almost all reward and hardly any work—because all the really hard work has already been done.  It takes a long string of perseverance this f@#king law mess does.  Oftentimes recently I wish I never even embarked upon the journey, but there’re two problems with that wish.  First of all, I have no idea what in the world I would have done with myself in place of law school.  And number two, I’m almost half way done now and I want my clean room already damn’t!  

Okay, I feel a little better.  I’ve cried, I’ve analogized, and now I feel just a teeny bit better.  What a queer little life this is.


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