Charles Darwin

So, I’m reading Darwins’ ‘Origin of Species’ (since the beginning of November….). Not for school, for fun. Why? I don’t know. I like Darwin. I had to do a presentation on him for my Victorian lit class a couple of years ago and I found him interesting. We read an excerpt and it intrigued me. It must’ve been the only interesting part of the 385 page book though….damn excerpts. My coworkers voice their disbelief every day. Whenever someone walks by while I'm eating lunch, they either say ‘I can’t believe you’re reading that?!’ and shake their head or mock me and say that it’s taking too long to finish and that I’m going to give up. They want to take bets of when I’ll (if I’ll) actually finish it.

They underestimate my determination. I actually work better when people underestimate me. Maybe they’re right though. Maybe I am wasting my time. I’ve been known to do that with many things. I know my limits though. When to say no. There’s a point when enough is enough. It takes me pretty long to reach it but once I do, it’s over.

What am I going to get from reading this? Probably nothing. I’m not getting graded, not impressing people, nothing. Or, maybe it’ll change my life by the end of it. Who knows. Because we usually get something from 98% of the things we experience. We learn, we grow, we change. Or, it could be a gigantic waste of time. Like watching Godfather 2. Which I realized 30 minutes into that it was inconsequential to sit through 4 hours and 25 minutes of it and I abandoned mission.

See, I know when to quit.

I am waiting for the day Alex Trebek announces: “And the final category is ‘Charles Darwin’….cuz I got that shit.