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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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Date: 2006-11-23 03:54 am (UTC)I empathize with your situation. I've been there myself. What I had to do was get over all my insecurities because it wasn't that I was unhappy with my job or school or whatever. It was that I was unhappy with myself and that was leaking over into everything else. I'd often think along the lines of 'why am I doing this' or 'is this all I'm good for.'
But you know once I got over that, and it took a lot of work, I felt this wonderful sense of calm. So yeah, you may not like your job now, but there are other jobs out there waiting for you. Maybe you need to take that leap of faith and just put yourself out there.
Good luck. I hope you find something that makes you happy.