your mother had a wooden spoon and a shamrock tattoo

listening to: "i know you" - lori mckenna

I think one of the things you never hear about adulthood is that upon entering it, you will be required to learn several new languages, and that the adult world has zero patience for young people who don't know how to speak those languages. For example, the language of money: insurance, finance, economics-- these things carry with them an entirely fabricated vocabulary which sounds to me like someone cut up a William Gibson book or a copy of Stephen Hawking's God Created the Integers, put the words in a bag, pulled them out, and said "ok, this shall mean this and this shall mean that and this word that you may have read in school means something new here. surprise!" I do not like it. I don't like to think of crazy things like insurance and money anyhow, and I certainly do not like their language. Can't we all just read Mary Oliver and John Berryman and be jolly? No. Apparently not.

In other news, I now have health insurance and have gone to the eye doctor.