jo·cund
Pronunciation: 'jO-(")k&nd
Etymology: Middle English, from Late Latin jocundus, alteration of Latin jucundus, from juvare to help
: marked by or suggestive of high spirits and lively mirthfulness <a poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company -- William Wordsworth>
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I’m confused. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? In other words, are you pleased to be part of a well-oiled machine, so to speak? Or are you feeling like an insignificant part of a mechanical, soulless apparatus? Please clarify!
and you look like one too, doo doo!
Jacob, undecided, but leaning toward bad. As it seems, in college I believed that my work would fill my glass of happiness, but that just isn’t the case. It has at times, but without longevity. Honestly, I’m lonely. It’s very true I do worthwhile things for society, et al. via work and what not. But, I want a woman a serious part in my life — which I haven’t found after two years of searching. And I’m sick of dating; it’s amazingly frustrating and sometimes saddening. And to top it all off, for the past few months (and for one more to go at least), my life has been consumed by my vocation. Which is not the worst thing, or even a bad thing. But, it certainly does suck that I don’t have a hug waiting for me by a girl who has chosen to spend time with me, because they like and care for me on a significant level.
So yeah, I feel like a cog. Cogs are important parts of machines. And the machine is running well and I am pleased that I’m doing well by truly making a difference in millions of lives. But I feel that this ‘cog’ projection of me as of late is very one-dimensional. And I wish I had more dimensions in my life. Ideally, spending time with someone.
Its OK to be a cog. Without cogs, you wouldn’t have shit