Yet another parallel between my personality and classic literature

"'I am careful.'
'No, you're not.'
'Well, other people are,' she said lightly.
'What's that got to do with it?'
'They'll keep out of my way,' she insisted. 'It takes two to make an accident.'
'Suppose you meet somebody just as careless as yourself.'
'I hope I never will,' she answered. 'I hate careless people.'"
-From The Great Gatsby

I am Fitzgerald's Jordan Baker, in this sense at least. I am not careless, per se, but I am incredibly whimsical, capricious, and spontaneous. And all those 'accidents' and blunders in my past? The result of my meeting people as erratic and mercurial as myself. The strange thing is, I don't actually hate that type; I rank spontaneity among the most important qualities I look for in relationships, be they romantic or platonic. I think that any relationship is just too boring otherwise.

Maybe it would be duller to look for a bit of stability or practicality...but maybe it would also be safer. I just can't help but wonder if it has to be an ultimatum, a black-and-white choice between safety and excitement. It just doesn't seem fair. I am quite familiar with the old adage, "Life isn't fair," but I am a firm believer in karma, and I think that life can be absolutely fair if you make it that way.

On an editorial note, I have pretty much given up on the idea of this blog as a detatched résumé -builder. But maybe I can use it to prove that I can display both eloquence and emotion; a feat that I personally consider to be difficult. For me at least, emotion tends to increase the volume of what I would like to say at the same time that it decreases my ability to formally convey it. I am sure that I am not alone in this frustrating phenomenon. At the very least, I can consider this an exercise in my ability to analyze...as though that particular muscle needs exercise.