{"id":196,"date":"2010-10-20T14:56:42","date_gmt":"2010-10-20T19:56:42","guid":{"rendered":"\/blog\/?p=196"},"modified":"2010-10-20T14:57:59","modified_gmt":"2010-10-20T19:57:59","slug":"no-crusts-please","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/?p=196","title":{"rendered":"No Crusts, Please"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was preparing my lunch earlier: peanut butter and jelly, with the crusts cut off, of course. It was then that I was hit with an epiphany: I am not ready for this.<\/p>\n

I don’t even know what this <\/em>is, but here I am, an idealistic kid cutting the crusts off his sandwiches. I’m clearly not ready to deal with browned and less-tasty bread (or “sandwich handles”), and that is one of the less rigorous challenges life will throw my way. <\/p>\n

People have been asking me what I’m going to do after I finish my degree. It’s a big <\/del> terrifying <\/strong>question, and one I don’t really have a good answer to. I mean that’s still a long way away, isn’t it? (Isn’t it??) I still have no idea what I’m going to do with my life.<\/p>\n

So I face the paradoxical fact that I’m also a grown-ass man: I’m going to graduate with an advanced degree in AWESOME <\/em>any day now (any day now<\/em>); I have a bald spot, and my metabolism has reached the point that I have to watch what I eat (except on milkshake and cookie days<\/a>). I have students of my very own, and I teach <\/em>them things. I’m married; my friends are reproducing — my former students are getting married and reproducing! <\/p>\n

How did this happen? Shouldn’t somebody have stopped this? I mean, I recently stayed up to 5 am playing video games (though getting home from work after 1 am made this no great feat). There is no way that I’m grown up and ready for a real job or a family or a healthy balanced diet. I was always a very responsible child, but that’s on the kid scale of hooligan to quiet nerdy type; that’s a far cry from actual responsibility<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I suppose I’ll just have to take a cue from XKCD:<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

And define what being grown up means my own damned self.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I was preparing my lunch earlier: peanut butter and jelly, with the crusts cut off, of course. It was then that I was hit with an epiphany: I am not ready for this. I don’t even know what this is, but here I am, an idealistic kid cutting the crusts off his sandwiches. I’m clearly […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/196"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=196"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/196\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=196"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=196"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}