I am a girl or a snail (whichever mental image you'd prefer) who is attending university for a degree in mathematics (probably folly) and visual arts (definitely folly). I'm not sure how I convinced my parents or myself that this was a marginally good idea. Soon to graduate and can't wait to be part of the embittered capitalist labor force. Or unemployed. We'll see. I have many bad ideas and a messed up relationship with work (always doing something, never finishing anything, and never doing it for pay). I am some variety of Protestant who hangs out with Catholics on Twitter and paints Byzantine icons. Will likely never cross the Tiber, but if I do it probably won't be until at least three years after both my parents are dead (4-20 Analects [ironic numbering, that. Such a sentiment couldn't be further from chill weed culture]). Kinsey 4.5ish, Grey-A. Will also probably not publicly come out until three years post parental death either. Chinese American with a warped sense of filial piety. What more is there to say?
I am a girl or a snail who has attained a degree in mathematics and visual arts and is now in the last year of her MFA in animation at UCLA. I have learned a lot and feel like now perhaps I have something to contribute (in this small area). Unfortunately, I don't know that the something I have to contribute is actually something valuable or necessary in society. This is a perennial quandry that I have. I frequently wonder if I should quit society and become a nun, doing manual labor and the work of prayer and devotion to the Word of God. I am still not Catholic, but questions regarding the sacraments keep me up at night at least once every couple of months. I'm not sure if I think it is meaningful to measure my sexuality anymore and have been churning over the question of the relationship between identity and character in my mind a lot over the past while--this brought on by (of all things) reading Poetics by Aristotle for the third or fourth time last year. I think I have more questions about things than answers, but I also think that truth is something one can make progress towards. I do not view this as a burdensome necessity but as a joy. It's ok not being "there yet," because Truth has come to us. He meets us where we are, immutable God and yet made flesh. There's a lot to be said for finding peace in mystery when that mystery can be trusted to love.
As you can see, I also have a hard time shutting up and could stand to be reminded that one learns much more when they listen than when they speak.