This is the rhythm of the night...

I'm sitting here listening to the rhythmic sounds of the dishwasher and I can't help but relate to its mundane task. Dirty dishes go in, detergent is placed, cycle is set. Wash. Rinse. Dry.

I feel like an old dish washer that has just a handful of cycles left. For the past 3.5 13 years I've been basically living my own mundane cycle of studying, testing, applying. Wash. Rinse. Dry. This worn out dishwasher needs to be replaced.

At age 13, in 8th grade, I could not foresee I'd be doing the same routine at 27, in essentially what is my 21st grade. In 8th grade I had to take an entrance exam to get accepted into my high school. Then, the SATs came along for college acceptance. Then, the horrific MCATs. You're told as a budding medical student that, "The hardest part is getting in!" You are aware of the amount of studying and reading that comes with the med school package. And you are aware of the multitude of exams and "Boards" that have to be taken. But what seems to get lost in all that information is the task of APPLYING again.

At this point of the med school cycle I am absolutely drained. Med school and all its glory has sucked the life and energy out of me. I just have to make it through one more cycle. One more cycle of studying, testing, applying. Wash. Rinse. Dry. And then maybe I can somehow reclaim some of my life and energy back, even for a few weeks, to last me through the next 7 or so years.

This just in...

A typical moment in the life of...

A man just rang my doorbell, trying to sell me a new roof. When I

opened the door, I squinted because the sun is bright and I live
inside. He immediately started to apologize.

"It looks like I've woken you up," he said.

"No, you didn't," I replied. "This is just what I look like now."

"I apologize anyway," he said.

And so it begins...

Philia.

I couldn't have found a better word to describe my LIFE. This is what it's all about, my friends. If I could capture all the feeling and emotion that results from countless conversations with the people in my life, I think the world would be a better place. My world is certainly a better place because of it.

Reflecting upon now vs. then with a friend, we were able to turn our pitfalls, our disappointments, our frustrations into just pure laughter. Laughter and being thankful for each other. Although I grow more and more cynical and jaded and angry with each passing moment, I know I have my friends, my philia, to divert all that negativity into humor.

This is what this blog is about. My cynicism and anger towards life and the universe transformed into hilarity. For all my philia to share of course.

They are the reason why I haven't resorted to "throwing glass bottles" in a junkyard. But, if that time comes, you're getting a call and I'm picking you up.