A burst of anxieties and slight despondencies: after several days of talking to students about their futures, and in a few painful cases having to tell them that their marks were not high enough to allow them to go abroad as exchange students – which feels like telling them: no adventures for you, my boy – I'm having a small cluster of imagined futures, projected worries, about going to Zürich.
As though I will also be told: sorry, no dice... you're too old; you don't have a psychology degree. And, of course, feeling that someone will say: if you really wanted to study to be a professional Jungian, you would travel three times a week to Lower Bumsrush to meet with a supervisor... which, at this point, I simply won't. At my age, I don't respond well to peer pressure.
So: another day of students, most cheerful and engaged, a few flaky and unhappy... and a flotilla of e-mails from people who suddenly want me to do a huge variety of things for them, just before I'm leaving. Typical.
(There is also some anger involved: after all the things I've done over the past three or four weeks to get ahead of work, to prepare what people may want before they ask for it, now various people are forgetting to do things due to me... ach wohl.)
Or maybe this is just how the world feels sometimes, to an introvert....
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