Its strange how life chooses the strangest moments to turn you inside out, churn you around and return you to almost the same molecular arrangement that you were in before. This "almost" of a difference could result in either a an improved version or not but its the transition itself that is unnerving.
I am a 28 year old bloke..an age where you are "just right"..neither confused nor abstract. Its a calm unflappable period of time where you are young enough to be cool, and old enough to have the right to look smug occasionally. Like i said, a good age to be. Like i didn't say, its an age that doesn't handle change too well.
B-school is a lot of things and one of the things it also is (like most things which involve more than one human being above the age 14) is a social drama, where you need to have your role and your identity clearly etched out. Its about "bein cool".
And at the crux of this is the "Positioning" issue. Posish is an important deal, if you aint cool. Either you identify with the cool hip crowd or with the riff-raff. Either way, you need a clean posish for a stress-free B-life. In simpler words, you need to find the right crowd to hang out with so the masses can have an ID to match your face to. Its an "Ours" or "Their's" thing.
And here i am. Talking about this, when i am 28. Grief.
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