Why not Law School?

Sometimes I think I should have gone to law school. I enjoy reading about cases and understanding how the rules of law apply to different situations. The legal system is organized in a way that feels logical and intuitive to me. And I enjoy knowing random "fun facts", a.k.a. precedents. Sure I have a mediocre memory for details, but generally I have a good big picture knowledge. Though, now that I think about it, I don't think a judge would be thrilled at having a lawyer referring to a case as "that one about the woman who spilled super hot McD's coffee on herself and got burned real bad, yeah, the one that was in the news".

But today I read the summary of Moose Lodge No. 107 v. Irvis and I remembered why I couldn't do law. I'm too opinionated. I look at the ruling, and I go "That's a huge cop out", because I agree with the dissent. As a lawyer, I could not be involved in a case like this and leave feeling good after the ruling. Like Jerry from Raising the Bar (was on TNT and is totally obscure), I would take that shit home with me and I would think about it. I felt the same way about Kennedy v. Louisiana when the court decided it. If I ever did law, It would only be with the ambitious plan of becoming a Supreme Court Justice so I could legislate from the bench.

But that's probably not going to happen xD

Lyric of the day: Fun - Carry On

Well I woke up to the sound of silence
the cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight
and I found you with a bottle of wine
your head in the curtains
and heart like the Fourth of July

You swore and said
"We are not
We are not shining stars"
This I know
I never said we are

Though I've never been through hell like that
I've closed enough windows
to know you can never look back

If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone
Carry on
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground
Carry on

Carry on, carry on

So I met up with some friends
at the edge of the night
At a bar off 75
And we talked and talked
about how our parents will die
All our neighbours and wives

But I like to think
I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I've been cheated on
And it's nice to know
When I was left for dead
I was found and now I don't roam these streets
I am not the ghost you are to me