Giant cartoon asses & existential dilemmas

[trinityofone]

I just received a press release for a show about a giant cartoon ass that fights crime. A GIANT CARTOON ASS THAT FIGHTS CRIME. *cries*

This...may be only tangentially related to giant cartoon asses, but god, I want to change what I'm doing, change my life so badly. This feels like such a dead end and it's so depressing. I start thinking crazy thoughts like, "I could join the army!" "I could become a cop!" "I could become a stewardess flight attendant!" Because that at least would be different. But I'd probably be miserable doing those things, too.

I feel like I need to do something bold, take some sort of leap of faith, but not only am I a coward, I don't even know what kind of leap to take. What the hell should I do with myself? How come I don't even really know what I want anymore?

I was at a party the other night and one of my parents' friends, who's an entertainment journalist and who I worked as a PA for one summer during college, was there. It was the first time I'd seen her since I graduated. She said, "So, you're working at an entertainment magazine now? You went to Berkeley for that?" She was "kidding," but...Jesus Christ, why am I doing this? What the hell am I doing with my life?

How do I change?

Comments

[roaringmice.livejournal.com]

That person's comment was crass and thoughtless. What if Trin's dream was to work for an entertainment magazine? For a lot of people, that is something they aspire to. Who is this person to judge? And what, out of college, should US News and World Reports have hired Trin and sent her to Afghanistan? That woman is clueless.

I agree about the terminal degree thing. I looked into getting my PhD in either business or computer science. But I make more with my MBA, and believe I'm happier with my lifestyle, than I would be with a PhD in business. A PhD, especially in the "soft" sciences and the arts, isn't all it's cracked up to be. Even in business or a hard science, it's no guarantee.