La Douleur Exquise

I'm Netflixng my way through Sex and the City. I'm in the middle of Season 2 and this title is a reference to the last episode on disc 2. The exquisite pain. I think I'm going through a bit of that now.

I sometimes think I enjoy putting myself in situations that I feel sad about so I can get to feel sad. Sometimes feeling sad feels good. It's nice to get it out of your system, you know?

On a silly note, watching Carrie and Big break up again and again. It's a sweet pain. I know how it's going to turn out, yet I still feel her pain again and again. And even the simple of joy of seeing the beginning of Miranda and Steve's relationship.

But, worse, sadder... Much sadder... Randy Pausch died on Friday. If you haven't seen or heard anything about his last lecture, I urge you to read it. I have the book on my to-buy list.

Anyways, sad things. I'm blaming it on this depressing Environmental Policy class that is just constantly reaffirming that the world is eating itself and it's not going to get any better...