[link|http://www.nytimes.com/2003/08/29/opinion/29FRI4.html|http://www.nytimes.c...inion/29FRI4.html]
This more or less sums it up.
I've always been horrified in a deep, metaphysical way at having to choose when no choice is good, and the best choice is not to choose. The fate of the WTC jumpers branded itself in my soul, a permanent wound. I never understood that my deep reaction to this Melville story was an expression of the same horror.
Yay! I got to read it! (Thanks for explaining, Silverlock!) :)
Anyway, good article, and I can see why it would get you down, really. I find it ironic that it parallels with my current situation as well, because refusing to do something was what got me fired from the University in the first place.
However, it was one of those bad choice, bad choice situations. I either did something that I knew knowingly violated the policy manual, or... I refused. I chose the latter.
Without optimism, life is utterly meaningless.
I agree, but here's the optimism, Ross. If I had it to do all over again, I would still refuse, even knowing what would follow. Why, you might ask? Well because I can live with myself for refusing, and I could never have lived with myself had I done the request.
So the optimism, I would hope would lie in how the choice makes you feel. If you feel good about the choice, despite no good options being presented, then I'd say you made the right one.
I know I did. :)
Nightowl >8#