A man in my building hit on me in the elevator. He mentioned he was a lawyer and while trying to make small talk, I mentioned a good friend of mine was as well, however he didn't technically work in law but rather for a firm that found placements for lawyers. And the man said:
"Well, that's the great thing about a Juris Doctorate. You don't have to practice law."
Juris Doctorate? I know it's technically the correct terminology, but as most people just say "law degree", it smacked of egotism to my ears.
He asked me out for coffee, and I attempted to politely decline with a simple "As a full time student who works as many hours as I do, I really am quite busy and don't have much time, thank you" and he responded with "Well, you have to take some time for yourself...all work and no play, right?"
And I thought to myself "Having coffee with you would not be taking time for myself. Jackwipe."
But I said nothing, and accepted his business card, his personal numbers scrawled on the back.
It is not a well known fact that I occassionally pull out a deck of tarot cards and throw a spread. Goddess deck (because, honestly, if I needed help, who do you think I would go to? Zeus or Aphrodite? Of course, the atheist I am quickly becoming would probably say neither, but we'll leave that off for now) and it's usually a celtic cross spread (for obvious reasons).
Last night, my final outcome card said I would regain faith.
My first thought? "Doubt it". That's the sticky thing about faith, huh? When it's gone, you can't really believe it's coming back.
