Secret Window: Dissertation Rant #1

--The title pretty much says all I'm thinking. I'm in a frustrative space where only the people in my head know I'm making sense.

--I need a voodoo doll with "DISSERTATION" written across the chest....just to give it as much pain as I feel about it.

-- People sayin' it will be okay and yada yada yada: 

A.) are unfamiliar 

B.) are too Familiar and been through this dark land 

C.) are Know it Alls who wish to pour their infinite amounts of wisdom into a closed and battered urn. Sometimes, you just gotta rant. 

--This sucks...this sucks...this sucks...

--This prospectus shit is for the birds

--Will I EVER read enough and feel comfortable writing about it?

--Once, just once, I wish I had a TYPE I.D.G.F. personality.....

--No, for real, this Prospectus Shit is for the BIRRRRRRRDS-ZUH!

--I can't quit because of my ego...too many people have told I can't do it for various reasons

--Wanted to slap this chick at the bookstore because she had the audacity to claim all I'm doing is reading and writing about something "academic-y" because her friend who just started grad school said so....GIRL BYE! I'M WRITING A BOOK OF MY OWN CRITICAL THOUGHTS! RUN TELL THAT!

--Maybe I need to take up residency in Radio Raheem's Radio....or Frederick Douglass' beard for encouragement and direction

--Writing a Dissertation about African American humor and not once have I laughed in the process.

--Quittin' is for bitches....but my fingers have graced the application.

--If brilliance is an indication of insanity well...

--Political Correctness is a wedgie in my thought process...

--Everybody is offended/disgruntled/sensitive to every damn thing. I'm crackin' the code...I don't give a flying....be offended. Just be offended.

--When I look at the greats in my field, I tremble in fear I just won't make the cut.

--Trying to keep my faith by the chokehold. I'm wrestling you, God. I'm ready for my blessing.