Morning thoughts on academia

Not everyone gets to play in the sandbox.

Some have to stay in the weeds.

They get kicked out by the other kids.

Or they look at the sandbox and think: one of my colleagues peed in that. That is a gigantic litter box.

Or they get trapped on the jungle gym because the ground has turned to lava.

Either way I am in the weeds. I don’t play well with others and I don’t want to sit in someone else’s pee. Even if the sand absorbs it.