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trinityofoneI 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 astewardess 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?
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
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?
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Stop reading my mind already!
Date: 2006-11-21 03:17 am (UTC)Or you could do like my friend Michael, who has his MFA in creative writing, but is going to medical school to become an ER doc so he can work three days a week and support himself while he writes.
Or you could be like me and stumble around a lot through lots of different fields, waiting for revelation and finally just picking something that looks interesting and scary, and then refuse to give up.
I would recommend taking a look at some/all of Barbara Sher's books.
Everyone will tell you this, and they will be absolutely correct: you have plenty of time to figure this out. Don't despair.
Re: Stop reading my mind already!
Date: 2006-11-21 03:20 am (UTC)Is it...Hewlett's ass? *is hopeful*