I care about Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, I really do. I enjoyed learning about her. I love her poem Hombres Necios (Foolish Men). However, I cannot stand to read another line of her poem Primero Sueño.
Look, I know that it is important. I know that it was groundbreaking. I know what it is about. But what person can in good conscious ask me to read nineteen pages of late XVII century poetry when it has nothing to do with what I’m working on.
I get that the poem is all about the soul trying to reach enlightenment through learning. I get that it is filled with classical symbolism, in part to contrast the primal nature of the soul with the more refined scientific methodology Juana uses. I get that she was a virtuoso. I with her on that, and if she was in any way related to my project I would be arguing for the necessity of everyone in the world to be reading Sor Juana.
But not today. Instead I’m complaining here about poor me and my overwhelming workload. Can I get a collective groan of sympathy from the audience please? Fuck applause, I just want everyone to feel sorry for me.
I went to the doctor today for fatigue and then fell asleep immediately after. I’m still at four (FOUR) pages in my Social Science thesis. The one I was supposed to have ten (TEN) done for last Friday.
Dun dun dun…
And thus continues my Tuesday.
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