After reading Tim's last post, I felt really compelled to write something as well. Since he was rambling about life, his and in general, I figure I'll go in the same vein. I'm glad to hear that you are getting A's and doing well in school, Tim, it's not an easy task. I honestly don't know how to you put up with such a dreadful institution. Education does get in the way of learning, I suppose, as Einstein said once. The thought of schooling makes me break out in cold sweat.
But yeah, reading Tim's post, fuck, felt like poetry. Don't expect anything like that in my entries.
One thing that really got to me was the Facebook comment. I, for one, think it's the evil incarnate. It's the disintegration of society as we know it. Why do people even feed into all the preposterousness of it all? Statuses, liking comments, walls. Fuck off. If you cared enough to know what's going in someone's life, pick up the goddamn phone, or at worst, text.
No one cares that you're on the toilet playing chess, or your dog is playing basketball, or that you're out with your mom fingering a goat. Especially all of which in a "status comment". And, of course, someone's bound to fucking "like" it, and thinking that these tidbits of your pointless activities mean something, you post more, and that gets read and "liked" again, and the whole vicious cycle continues. Those people deserved to get slapped. By a canoe paddle.
Sigh, whatever.
So, on some lighter news, I made finalist in a screenwriting competition! Yay! But I didn't make the top five. Boo! Will this have gotten me an awesome career in Hollywood? Probably not. But it would've felt good to get *some* validation.
Sometimes I sit here and think how far do I take this? Do I, should I, ever stop this dream? Should there be a point in my life where I should just stop? I know this road wasn't going to be easy, but what choice do I have? I don't have any trade skills, $20,000-$40,000 piece of paper that tells people that I have an education in fill-in-the-blank, or a backup goal.
I know it's not too late to do any of those things, but do I really want to be 40 and still paying off student loans? No, no I do not. I'd rather finger a goat.
I've been thinking about this "silly" dream of mine and reflecting on it lately. I honestly don't want to live at home until I'm over 30. I want to feel that freedom, that independence. But that means I'll require a steady 9-5 so I can afford rent and food. It's not the end of world, I know, but don't tell that's not soul-crushing in the least. My parents are also getting old and I've been told that they are on a waiting list to move into a retirement home in a couple of years, so I can't stay with them even if I wanted to. I really need to get out.
Ultimately, no, I don't have skills that'll make me money, that expensive piece of paper, or a plan B. Then why am I here complaining on a blog that no one reads instead of actually doing something about it? Hmm. I think Tim's post inspired me. Instead of sitting on my ass wah-wahing in front of my computer, I really should just go do something about it.
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