Too Many Things In One Thing

Thus do the preparations begin. I went to my old work to get my labs done for clinical rotations (and made way too many jokes about what my HIV test results could be). I have admittedly been distracted from taking care of the rest of my responsibilities in that realm, still having only asked cursory questions regarding housing in Houston. If I want to find a good place, I will really need to really get after it. After all, it will be my home for (at least) two years.

I have been watching Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee, and it is almost annoying how much my train of thought relates to theirs. Sometimes I start to think that I should try stand-up, but then I remember a fall retreat from back in high school. We had a guest speaker who was hilarious the whole time he preached. His jokes were both dumb and clever enough to hold the attention of junior and senior high students alike, which is not always an easy task. At his merch table, he also sold videos of his stand-up routine, which I thought was odd. But I bought one because he had already been so funny thus far. But when I watched it, impressions and jokes that had been so organic within the meshwork of his sermon seemed inadequate when forced to stand alone as centerpieces in his comedy act. It is important to recognize that different types of humors only fit in certain contexts, so when someone says "you should do stand-up", they may be encouraging an awful thing.

If I understand this timing correctly, I am around two years away from earning my MD, to receiving paychecks. And depending on the residency, maybe, possibly, I am only a few years from finally going on the mission field in a far more useful capacity.

This has me also thinking of the dating world. In my yearning to become more well-rounded, to be able to relate to and reach as many people as possible, I spend free time gaining exposure to people different from myself, whether in race, religion, values, or whatever else. Relating to all, from the nerdy to the dull, from the fit to the fat, this is a major objective. And last fall's crush led me to realize that this is an important quality to seek in whoever I end up with. She was remarkable in a lot of ways, but even aside from the likely romantic disinterest on her part, I was fairly sure that she did not have the versatility to be adept in every sort of crowd. And that adaptability seems more or less essential. I kinda feel like an impossible person, too many things smashed into one body, and maybe I need to find something similar in someone else. Or whatever. Maybe God will just kill me off first. *fingers crossed*