|If my PhD thesis has taught me anything, it’s that I’m terrible at handling “adult” life. Well, perhaps I shouldn’t call it “adult”. It’s more about situations that are a bit more tense than I would like them to be. Like having writer’s block with two weeks before the final deadline to hand in my thesis before the end of summer… My way of handling things seems to be to have an internal meltdown for a week, apparently those who were physically around me only noticed that I was more withdrawn – on Twitter it was a whole other thing! – wishing I could go back to age seventeen or so, living with mum and dad and only having final lycée stuff to worry about. Not really having to worry about silly things like having to go buy food and possibly cook. Heck, my amazing food intake was mainly yogurt, almonds, watermelon, strawberries, apples, dried fruit by the kilo and pre-made salad from the shop with worryingly fluorescent yellow rice (it was supposed to be curry but it just looked like a failed NASA experiment) but with amazingly good chicken bits (see photo under cut).
After my inner meltdown it was time to forget that the outside world even existed. That was fun. Kinda. It was a strange week, for sure!
But hey, thesis is done-ish till I get told what corrections to make…