So my room mate said something surprisingly profound while I was griping about how my essay was not coming along. She said:
“Don’t ask me. I have many thoughts but no opinions.”
That is all.
Oh well, as tragic as that sounds, it kind of describes me. Which explains my sticky essay situation.
It’s not that I don’t have any opinions. It’s just that, as of now, I don’t have one about my text.
Somebody give me a thesis on Boethius’ Consolation of Philosophy already.