The Burns Which Demand Justice
Photo credit: Vecteezy One Shutdown And it feels like my entire life is shut down. This might read like a complaint, because, yes, it is a complaint. But keep reading, okay? A girl, or let’s say a student, can only hope for a perfectly organized, perfectly coordinated schedule. You know those Pinterest boards where we save our manifestations? Snippets of our future selves? Pictures of successful people stepping out of expensive cars, striding into massive buildings, a Styrofoam coffee cup in hand, while an assistant hovers beside them reading out a color-coded calendar? That’s the dream. But that could never be me. Because the moment I decide to have a perfectly scheduled plan, the immortal being sitting up on the top floor decides to have a mood swing. Hmm, how is she managing these beautifully coordinated plans, he wonders. And then, with the flick of a cosmic finger, he hurls down a reality check: “Life isn’t fair, sweetie,” in big, bold, inescapable letters. I have a co...