I find myself in a constant dichotomous debate with myself--politics versus english. Of course, I see these as greater reflections of my two selves--the practical and the daydreamer. On the one hand, I see myself, I can imagine myself, I can clearly envision a lifestyle in which I am a government worker, serving my people, perhaps in a bureau hidden in an office building, buried beneath bureaucracy, but satisfied with the overall knowledge that I am helping others. This is what I would call an outward extension of myself--through practicality, I can help others, and through helping others, I am satisfied with my contributions to the world. On the other hand, I see my friends who are English majors, who spend their days dreaming of poems and stories and curled up, reading a classic work of fiction (probably one which is listed on my 'Books to Read in the Future' list). I long for that kind of internal satisfaction--the insatiable human craving (does everybody have it? ) which can only be met through wild, passionate consumption of as much literature, art, and music as possible. I have days, like today--a dull, not-even-cold-enough-to-matter, Rainy Tuesday, in which I try to reconcile these two parts of myself.