I wrote this yesterday...

Camping was fine, a bit rainy though. There were a few select moments in which I thought things were going to get nasty between the three of us (D, A and I) but we muddled through ok. One such moment bears repeating I think...

We were all sitting about the fire and had been drinking for a few hours. A was playing her own personally driven game of twenty really personal questions, probably given that she doesn't know D and I as well as we know one another and she was asking me what I was planning on doing with my degree. I was explaining to her the whole masters degree, PhD, tenure track progression and laughing a bit at how its all a bit the same when you really break it down and look at it, I'll basically be in school for the rest of my life... And D says "Nah, I think Etoile will end up dropping out and just being a beautician." For a moment I stopped, thinking "He must be joking." I looked at him saying "Seriously?" He shrugged and said "Sure, why not?" I was floored. NOT because I think being a beautician would be horrible, or low-class, or anything negative like that, in fact I made a choice between college and "beauty school".  I was offended by his tone, the look on his face, and mostly by the word "just" like it was some sort of trailer-trash fate. Like if I chose to cut hair for a living instead of being a professor I'd be less than him. So I walked off a cried a bit, then realized the fucker has more moods swings than me, and I'm the one with manic depression...