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Virgo and a Virgo.
Hereās something Iāve noticed over the last few months: my mind has a really interesting reaction to embarrassing thoughts.Ā Like, Iāll be sitting around thinking, and something will remind me of a time I screwed up socially, and immediately, my mind will generate some kind of violent thought in reaction do it.Ā Either Iāll think the words āI wish I didnāt exist, I wish I didnāt existā a few times, or Iāll imagine some blunt force trauma to my body, like my head being smashed into a wall, or an axe being smashed into my head or something.Ā (My head being smashed into the corner of a wall or a table is probably the most common.)
Anyway, these thoughts donāt bother me ā theyāre not upsetting, and I donāt take them to be indicative of my actual desires.Ā They seem more like an autonomic response, or a reflex or something; just something that my body naturally does in response to a certain stimulus, and not something to be concerned about in the slightest.Ā I probably wouldnāt even notice these thoughts at all, if I werenāt so introspective and didnāt pay so much attention to the contents of my mind.
But anyway, something interesting happened this morning.Ā I was sitting in my therapistās waiting room, eating breakfast while I waited for our meeting.Ā And for some reason I was thinking of something embarrassing I did in undergrad ā every time I read a paper, if it was well-written and technically interesting, I would wonder whether the authors were single and attractive, and I would probably fantasize about them, without realizing that (as an undergrad) all these impressive professors were totally out of my league.Ā Anyway, that was mildly embarrassing, but not embarrassing enough to provoke the violent thoughts immediately.Ā And then, a minute later, I was thinking about the time I asked a fellow grad student (who is now a professor) on a date, and how he declined because he already had a girlfriend.Ā And that was unfortunate and slightly awkward, but it wasnāt embarrassing in the way having crushes on professors was while I was in undergrad, because⦠it wasnāt presumptuous; it wasnāt stepping out of my place or assuming I could attain someone way out of my league.Ā I was a grad student, and he was also a grad student.Ā It was socially appropriate (if potentially awkward) for me to ask him on a date.
Anyway, after I had that thought and decided it wasnāt embarrassing, the following sentence popped into my mind very clearly: āBut I donāt exist.āĀ And this was really startling, because usually the thought is āI wish I didnāt exist; I wish I didnāt existā.Ā But now I just thought to myself āBut I donāt existā, and the thought was extremely calming.
And I thought about it some more, and realized that, in a sense, I donāt exist anymore.Ā I donāt really know how to explain it; itās a very intuitive thing.Ā But somehow, as a result of dropping out of grad school, I no longer exist.Ā I mean, obviously I continue to exist as a flesh-and-blood living entity.Ā But there is some metaphorical sense in which my existence has ended.
For months, my brain has been repeating, on loop, āI wish I didnāt existā.Ā And⦠Iāve gotten my wish, because I donāt exist anymore.Ā =)Ā Iām really happy about this.
I was really worried about dropping out of grad school on December 2nd, because December 2nds have been really historically unlucky for me, to the point where I will refer to āthe curse of December 2ndā.Ā So I was trying to avoid dropping out on the 2nd, trying to save it for the 3rd or 4th if I decided to drop out at all.
But, well, I made my final decision on the evening of Tuesday, December 1st. And this is my last week on campus, and my advisor is only here on Wednesdays, so⦠I just had to suck it up and drop out of grad school on the unluckiest day of the year.
I was expecting catastrophe, but nothing bad has happened so far.Ā And as far as I can tell, dropping out was a good decision.Ā So maybe the curse has been broken.Ā
But anyway, the entire thing makes me want to tell the story of December 2nd.
It started in 9th grade, at lunch period, when I was having a conversation with my schoolās philosophy teacher.Ā I always talked to him at lunch in 9th and 10th grades instead of eating with the other students, because for some reason my friends are always middle-aged men he was more interesting than 9th graders and he knew a lot of philosophy.Ā Anyway, on the day of December 2nd, we were having a conversation, and he raised some philosophical point that I found particularly depressing.Ā I donāt even remember now what it was.Ā But I, being even more dramatic in 9th grade than I am now, declared that this would be the beginning of a long depression, and that December 2nd would go down in my memory as the worst day of the year.Ā And indeed, I think I did get depressed around that time.
Anyway, the next year, I was dating a guy named Lucien, and I told him about the curse of December 2nd and how it was a very depressing day.Ā Well, in order to make that yearās December 2nd better, he surprised me with tickets to see Avenue Q on Broadway.Ā I remember that evening: we took the train to NYC, and it was dark when we arrived, and it was snowing.Ā It was actually quite lovely, and I remember thinking that NYC seemed much less awful than usual.Ā We had a very nice time, and I really enjoyed the play.Ā But the fact that we had gone out of our way to celebrate December 2nd only made the curse more memorable.
Fast forward a number of years with uneventful December 2nds.Ā The next incident happened in my junior year of college.Ā I was living in my own apartment for the very first time, and I had decided to get a kitten; the vetās office told me I could adopt her up on December 2nd.Ā Because of the curse, I was terrified of picking her up that day.Ā I was worried she was going to escape from the car and run out onto Route 15 or something like that.
But we brought the kitten home, and everything went fine, and I was wondering if the curse of December 2nd had gone away.Ā Except that night, as I was watching the kitten, I got a message from my ex-boyfriend.Ā I had broken up with him a few months ago, I regretted it, and I was hoping he and I could get back together.Ā Things had been looking really good for our relationship, but that night he told me he had found a new girlfriend.Ā So the curse of December 2nd was sneaky!Ā It spared my cat (sheās still alive and well), but it found a way to hurt me anyway.
A few years later, on December 1st (which was their actual anniversary), my ex proposed to his girlfriend (who is now his wife).Ā I think I heard about this on the following day, December 2nd, and any hope that their relationship would end and I could get back together with him vanished.Ā Thus the curse continued.Ā (For the record, Iām over my ex now, and I really like his wife and I consider her a friend.Ā But at the time, I was pretty upset.)
Anyway, thatās the curse of December 2nd, which I seem to have mysteriously escaped this year.Ā Unless dropping out of grad school was secretly a terrible decision.Ā Or unless my house got broken into or something, and I just donāt know about it yet since Iāve been on campus all week.Ā *crosses fingers*
But maybe nothing bad happened, and the curse is over.Ā Maybe it only lasted 10 years or something (it started when I was 14 and Iām 25 now).Ā Maybe I no longer need to worry about December 2nds.Ā Who knows.
āYou canāt fire me; I quit!ā
Alright, itās done.Ā I dropped out of grad school.Ā I will no longer be a student here, after the end of this semester.
Iāve been increasingly sure of this decision over the last two or three days.Ā I mean, thereās definitely a part of me that wants to stay, and Iām a little sad right now, thinking of all the mentors Iāve had over the years, and how much they believed in me, and how disappointed theyāll be to hear I dropped out.Ā (My undergrad advisor, all my undergrad professors, the leader of the summer research workshop I attended in undergradā¦Ā they always email me at conferences to ask why Iām not there.)
But, well⦠if I want to come back to academia, I can always return later.Ā Thereās nothing to stop me from applying to grad programs anew.Ā And⦠if I want to do research, thereās nothing stopping me from just⦠sitting down and doing research.Ā I can publish papers.Ā I can attend conferences.Ā Anyone can do these things.
Iāve been putting this decision off for long enough.Ā Itās time for me to leave.Ā Itās time for me to try something new.Ā And if this was a mistake, and Iām meant to be in grad school after all, then Iāll figure it out soon enough, and Iāll return.
But for now, it is goodbye to this place, and onwards to the next adventure.

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Mathematicians tend to use f for any function. F this, f thatā¦
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