[NON BLOG] Weekend Events
May. 24th, 2004 01:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldOne interesting thing that happened this weekend was the Saturday evening visit paid by a substantial chunk of the English graduate student body at Queen's University to Shay FooFoo, Kingston's local gay bar since Wally's closed down. The visit was made as part of the celebration for one lesbian graduate student who was celebrating her birthday this weekend; as it happened, it was also the weekend of the birthday of the straight male graduate student who, with his girlfriend, hosted the pre-club party. The pre-club events were entertaining, with booze and conversation in the foreground and Logan's Run playing on the muted television screen in the background. Likewise Shay FooFoo, mainly because I was socializing with people I knew already. The sole exception was a 51-year-old leather guy, visiting his parents over the Victoria Day weekend from Montréal, who flirted with aforementioned straight male graduate student and revealed himself in subsequent conversation with me to be a multilingual Oxford graduate with degrees in quantum mechanics and psychology.
Lately, I've been feeling a bit trapped, or stuck, by everything that's happening, or, rather, impending: the completion of my graduate school, my move to Toronto, my entry onto the job market, the question of just what is my Ultimate Future, et cetera. I don't have any reason to expect an impending catastrophe; or, at the very least, I don't think I've any reason to fear anything horrible. I've been thinking a lot this weekend about the whole question of whether I'm justified in feeling some kind of security or whether I should strive for a paranoid/cat-like state of hyperawareness. Or whether, I suppose, I should adopt either option and simply remain in suspension. And whether I can outlast this suspension.
Lately, I've been feeling a bit trapped, or stuck, by everything that's happening, or, rather, impending: the completion of my graduate school, my move to Toronto, my entry onto the job market, the question of just what is my Ultimate Future, et cetera. I don't have any reason to expect an impending catastrophe; or, at the very least, I don't think I've any reason to fear anything horrible. I've been thinking a lot this weekend about the whole question of whether I'm justified in feeling some kind of security or whether I should strive for a paranoid/cat-like state of hyperawareness. Or whether, I suppose, I should adopt either option and simply remain in suspension. And whether I can outlast this suspension.
