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Aug 18, 2021Liked by Felicia Chang

After college I told my friend that life seems objectively worse. He told me about one coworker who drew him a graph representing happiness after college, and the coworker said everyone always agrees it fits their experience. It goes up a bit then down a lot, then slowly back up until it keeps rising past where it started. There's so much life and the brain is creative enough, that probably most people can resonate with that graph somehow, so I thought it was kind of a trivial point. But I still think about that graph pretty often.

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yea.. where do you think you're at on the graph now?

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Definitely on the slow up part! But it feels unfair to say if I’m above or below college, things are just so different.

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Aug 16, 2021Liked by Felicia Chang

I love this!

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GHH im cryin

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Aug 16, 2021Liked by Felicia Chang

Dude it's sooo real. Seeing your writing evolve over the years has been *chefs kiss*

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omg now im truly crying - thank u_u

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See! This is what I'm talking about. I just replied to another post about how it feels like we have similar minds and then I read this that uses similar words and phrases I used in my reply. It seems uncanny, but then again my mind is always hunting for patterns everywhere. So maybe I just see what I want to see.

Anyways. I think about this kind of thing often; the disruptive symptoms of human adaptability. It is a formula, like everything costs something. The price of adaptation is awareness. We spend so much of our life in school and then once it ends, we actually pay two bills. One is monetary, the other is emotional, from a loss of connection to predictability.

Like cops or military that can't let go of the job after doing something for thirty years. We are all just Pavlov dogs, salivating to dinnerbells. So to me, that means we need to be very careful about our patterns and habits; the things we repeat every day, because they seem inconsequential like a grain of sand. . . until we find ourselves in a desert.

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