Sometime early in my undergraduate career here at Carolina I found myself being just a little bit angry about everything. And I mean everything — academic papers with seven-plus word titles, Connorstock T-shirts, aspiring business majors, the “is N.C. State our rival” debate, WebAssign, aspiring philosophy majors, the female Chaco wearer revolution, anyone who eats BSki’s, etc.
But regardless of this brief meander into cynicism, I’ve really come to like this place. My fondness for UNC did not come from my falling into a new social niche or finding beauty on Polk Place or even hammocking in the arboretum (I was woken up by a cop and told to leave).
Rather, my revelation came from a more “live and let die” perspective. My advice is to not only find what you love and pursue it, but also find what you hate and just get over it.
Have an issue with that fratter that raves about the Bush Doctrine in your Economics 420 class? Go to Bob’s with them next DJ night.
What about that hipster sitting outside the Daily Grind with jorts on? Go try that Kombucha stuff they keep going on about — you don’t have to like it, just try it.
Hate how everyone Instagrams the dogwoods at first bloom? Just remember that the pollen is tree sperm, and it’s exploding upon their precious iPhones.
And if you figure out how to not mind Gary’s seemingly unassuming new protege, please let me know.
