Every year on Valentine’s Day, and I mean EVERY YEAR, I would inevitably stop dating the person I was with. I mean, I would the dating or even “talking” to someone, then something happens. I thought it was because Valentine’s Day is a fake holiday made up by card companies and I sent off this vibe that I hated it and guys picked that up… but now I think it was just because I had bad luck.
This Valentine’s Day my boyfriend, Ray, bought me tickets to see this country singer named Bobby Clifford. I had never heard of him but apparently he was well known in the country world and Ray was into country.
I hated country music, but I didn’t want to discourage him after he already bought the tickets so I decided to have a really nice time with him. I mean, it’s the company that matters, not what you do, right?
It’s Valentine’s Day night, and I’m not exactly sure how these things work, but isn’t Valentine’s Day supposed to be romantic alone time?
Ray’s version of romantic alone time was having nothing to eat before the concert at 7pm (and I’m literally hungry every 3 or 4 hours, like a child), getting picked up by two other couples who were already drunk, and cramming in the back seat of the tinniest Nisan anyone has ever seen. We parked and I walked half a mile in my beautiful new high-heel shoes. That means the fake leather and plastic weren’t broken in yet so I had the gift of blisters.
Once we got there, after we pushed through all the crowds (I hate crowds), I had the wonderful pleasure of sitting next to a couple who were incredibly inappropriate with their hands and then, in the middle of the night, the guy in back of us split beer all over my seat. Of course, I didn’t notice, and I sat down. Yummy. Oh, and did I mention, I broke my phone so I had no way to call anyone in case of an emergency? I was completely trapped.
After we got home, I was hungry, exhausted because I had no sleep the night before, smelt like rotting beer and all I wanted to do was go to bed. But, of course, it was Valentine’s Day and he just paid tons of money to take me to a “great” concert, so we did what most couples do… I’m sure you can fill in the rest.
Then I realized that my womanly gift hadn’t come when it was supposed to. Bad luck? - Awful luck.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Chapter One - The Beginning (Sort Of)
If I started talking about the very beginning of my journey then I would have to start before my birth, but I am not going back that far. I mean, it’s just too much to explain, so I’ll start somewhere else.
It took me three years to get my Associates degree, which isn’t very good when you think about it. I just graduated and I took the summer and went to California to do a research program. It was a blast traveling across the country alone but I had to come back to real life some time, and when I did I realized how bad by procrastination really was. I mean, getting my associates in three instead of two years showed a little procrastination, but I always had reasons. Like, I needed to work to pay for my books, car payment, car insurance, cell phone bill, 25% tuition (because I had a 75% scholarship), gas, food and rent. I rented a cheap room from this old couple I knew because my parents kicked me out, but that story’s for another time and place.
I wanted to keep going to school because I had my scholarship and I didn’t want to lose it, so when I got back from California I applied to StateU. But, I applied a week too late and was accepted for the next year. Basically, I had an entire five months of no school. This was not good as I get bored very easily, so I moved in with my Dad and got a new, full time, assistant manager job paying way more than I could imagine.
This wasn’t the greatest of all ideas because my Dad is a closet drunk, and I don’t put up with drunks very well, so he kicked me out. Really, I kicked myself out.
That’s where my life began. I was finally free to breath. I started going to school online, I had a brand new boyfriend who was wonderful, a small but great group of friends and a little room that I rented from a lady who was incredibly friendly and easy to live with, Bonnie. The only issues I had were work related, no big deal. I thought I could conquer the world, but on my 22nd birthday things started getting weird.
It took me three years to get my Associates degree, which isn’t very good when you think about it. I just graduated and I took the summer and went to California to do a research program. It was a blast traveling across the country alone but I had to come back to real life some time, and when I did I realized how bad by procrastination really was. I mean, getting my associates in three instead of two years showed a little procrastination, but I always had reasons. Like, I needed to work to pay for my books, car payment, car insurance, cell phone bill, 25% tuition (because I had a 75% scholarship), gas, food and rent. I rented a cheap room from this old couple I knew because my parents kicked me out, but that story’s for another time and place.
I wanted to keep going to school because I had my scholarship and I didn’t want to lose it, so when I got back from California I applied to StateU. But, I applied a week too late and was accepted for the next year. Basically, I had an entire five months of no school. This was not good as I get bored very easily, so I moved in with my Dad and got a new, full time, assistant manager job paying way more than I could imagine.
This wasn’t the greatest of all ideas because my Dad is a closet drunk, and I don’t put up with drunks very well, so he kicked me out. Really, I kicked myself out.
That’s where my life began. I was finally free to breath. I started going to school online, I had a brand new boyfriend who was wonderful, a small but great group of friends and a little room that I rented from a lady who was incredibly friendly and easy to live with, Bonnie. The only issues I had were work related, no big deal. I thought I could conquer the world, but on my 22nd birthday things started getting weird.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Working Title
At 21 everything seems new and fresh. Besides the legally being able to drink, you are able to call yourself a true adult, and that’s what I was doing, calling myself a true adult. I was moving out, on my own, and I had everything figured out. I had the perfect job, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect place to live, my car was running (which is all I could hope for), and my classes for school were awesome. And when I say awesome, I mean awesome.
But that’s when I should have known, you can’t have everything you want. I mean, there’s always a flaw, a misjudgment. I was only 21, how could I have known it would turn out in disaster? Seriously? It’s like the gods were against me or something, no, they were against me, that’s what the fortune teller said.
I know it’s dorky to go to a fortune teller, but I was desperate. I had to know what was about to happen. Had I not gone to Esmarelda I would have be royally screwed…. Royally.
Maybe I should start from the beginning…
But that’s when I should have known, you can’t have everything you want. I mean, there’s always a flaw, a misjudgment. I was only 21, how could I have known it would turn out in disaster? Seriously? It’s like the gods were against me or something, no, they were against me, that’s what the fortune teller said.
I know it’s dorky to go to a fortune teller, but I was desperate. I had to know what was about to happen. Had I not gone to Esmarelda I would have be royally screwed…. Royally.
Maybe I should start from the beginning…
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
One Tiny Tight Rope
This will be my last post of love. Love is a sensitive subject. Every person has something to say about it and something they think is right about it. Everyone experiences love and it is so difficult to define that poets turn to nature and artists turn to vibrant colors.
My experiences with love have been all across the board and of course I think I’m right, doesn’t everyone?
When I started writing on this particular subject I had no idea it would affect me so greatly. I am raw with feelings, good and bad. I am starting to see this thin line that I keep trying to get onto while writing about love and all I am doing is jumping right over it or falling off. Let me tell you, falling off of an imaginary line is not a walk in the park.
If I could say one more thing about love, it would be the following:
I could search all day, every day for “the one”; but until I stop and breathe he will never find me. In the mean time, I’m just going to work on breathing.
My experiences with love have been all across the board and of course I think I’m right, doesn’t everyone?
When I started writing on this particular subject I had no idea it would affect me so greatly. I am raw with feelings, good and bad. I am starting to see this thin line that I keep trying to get onto while writing about love and all I am doing is jumping right over it or falling off. Let me tell you, falling off of an imaginary line is not a walk in the park.
If I could say one more thing about love, it would be the following:
I could search all day, every day for “the one”; but until I stop and breathe he will never find me. In the mean time, I’m just going to work on breathing.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Stupid Ex
I’m opposed to many things but love isn’t one of them. Just because I talk about the difficulties of dating for a woman like me doesn’t mean I am against men. I love men. I could go into more detail, but I really don’t think it would be appropriate.
As it stands, and I will make this public knowledge, I have been in a relationship, fallen in love, trusted someone, and been burned. Do you know what I learned from that relationship?
I learned what most people should already know, but don’t. Trust yourself and love yourself. If you don’t do those two things you will have absolutely no success in relationships. None.
It’s simple, if you don’t love who you are then how can you possibly love the person standing right next to you? How can you even see the person sitting across from you? How can you see yourself? You can’t. You can’t see anything. You are blind, and that’s not good when it comes to love because love is already a hindrance to sight.
Let me see if I can break this down. The man I thought I wanted was tall, dark and handsome. Fun and easy to get along with. Happy and driven and works hard, and he needed to be smart but not necessarily educated. I wanted my dream man to have a passion for something and to be dedicated to his family. And, guess what, I found that. But, do you know what it came with?
The man I thought I would marry one day ended up threatening his own life, having no back bone and doing only what his mother says, having incredible anger issues, and controlled my every move. He was manipulative and talked about our sex life with his buddies. Side note, ladies, if a guy talks about your sex life with other people besides you then it’s a huge red flag. It took me three months to realize that he wasn’t the one for me and I decided to dedicate a year of my life to me. Concentrating on my studies as well as my mental and emotional development and well being.
But now, I am confident and I love who I am and I don’t want to lower my standards just to be with a guy. Things are clearer for me, but the difficulty of my past and present give obstacles for my future. (See what I did there? Clever, no?)
Don’t get caught up in the perfect guy, get caught up in the imperfect you and a guy will come along that will love you for exactly who you are. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself every morning when I wake up.
As it stands, and I will make this public knowledge, I have been in a relationship, fallen in love, trusted someone, and been burned. Do you know what I learned from that relationship?
I learned what most people should already know, but don’t. Trust yourself and love yourself. If you don’t do those two things you will have absolutely no success in relationships. None.
It’s simple, if you don’t love who you are then how can you possibly love the person standing right next to you? How can you even see the person sitting across from you? How can you see yourself? You can’t. You can’t see anything. You are blind, and that’s not good when it comes to love because love is already a hindrance to sight.
Let me see if I can break this down. The man I thought I wanted was tall, dark and handsome. Fun and easy to get along with. Happy and driven and works hard, and he needed to be smart but not necessarily educated. I wanted my dream man to have a passion for something and to be dedicated to his family. And, guess what, I found that. But, do you know what it came with?
The man I thought I would marry one day ended up threatening his own life, having no back bone and doing only what his mother says, having incredible anger issues, and controlled my every move. He was manipulative and talked about our sex life with his buddies. Side note, ladies, if a guy talks about your sex life with other people besides you then it’s a huge red flag. It took me three months to realize that he wasn’t the one for me and I decided to dedicate a year of my life to me. Concentrating on my studies as well as my mental and emotional development and well being.
But now, I am confident and I love who I am and I don’t want to lower my standards just to be with a guy. Things are clearer for me, but the difficulty of my past and present give obstacles for my future. (See what I did there? Clever, no?)
Don’t get caught up in the perfect guy, get caught up in the imperfect you and a guy will come along that will love you for exactly who you are. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself every morning when I wake up.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Stop Fixing Everything
In accordance with some readers, I am well versed in the ways of “daddy problems.” And, they are right. You never get rid of them; once they exist they always exist.
But let me explain to you what happens to the common woman. (Notice I didn’t say the common woman with daddy problems)
I had a friend, let me call her Leslie. Leslie and I worked together and went to school together. She was a few years younger than I but a very smart, lively, fun and outgoing person.
She met a man online and she fell in love with him and after her graduation she was going to marry him. Her father was abusive, her mother left her when she was a small child, and her older brother used her; she needed to move out and marrying this man was her way out.
Leslie was incredibly excited and she and I would take regular trips to the mall to look for cheap wedding gowns that were her style. A year later, she got married.
I wish I could say that we still speak, but I would be lying.
She once had a facebook debate with me about politics. She claimed that Obama (the President) was a communist dictator and all of America is going to hell for electing such a terrible president. Natually, I assumed she was republican (which was different from when I knew her 2 years prior) but that wasn’t the case.
You see, her husband believes that all the presidents are against God and so she is against government, because government is against God.
The problem is that now she has changed so much that she is no longer the person she used to be. Happy and fun loving.
So, what’s the difference between she and I?
I still express who I am and I refuse to change for someone else as I refuse to try to change someone else.
Daddy problems are around and women will never admit to them… let them be and maybe they can be happier. There is nothing wrong with a woman who doesn’t trust a man because of the past they have, they are not broken… DON’T TRY TO FIX THEM.
But let me explain to you what happens to the common woman. (Notice I didn’t say the common woman with daddy problems)
I had a friend, let me call her Leslie. Leslie and I worked together and went to school together. She was a few years younger than I but a very smart, lively, fun and outgoing person.
She met a man online and she fell in love with him and after her graduation she was going to marry him. Her father was abusive, her mother left her when she was a small child, and her older brother used her; she needed to move out and marrying this man was her way out.
Leslie was incredibly excited and she and I would take regular trips to the mall to look for cheap wedding gowns that were her style. A year later, she got married.
I wish I could say that we still speak, but I would be lying.
She once had a facebook debate with me about politics. She claimed that Obama (the President) was a communist dictator and all of America is going to hell for electing such a terrible president. Natually, I assumed she was republican (which was different from when I knew her 2 years prior) but that wasn’t the case.
You see, her husband believes that all the presidents are against God and so she is against government, because government is against God.
The problem is that now she has changed so much that she is no longer the person she used to be. Happy and fun loving.
So, what’s the difference between she and I?
I still express who I am and I refuse to change for someone else as I refuse to try to change someone else.
Daddy problems are around and women will never admit to them… let them be and maybe they can be happier. There is nothing wrong with a woman who doesn’t trust a man because of the past they have, they are not broken… DON’T TRY TO FIX THEM.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
A Whole New Level Of Sad
Taking a chance on love… it sounds so sappy and gross, honestly. I mean, really? It’s just like “a leap of faith” or “falling in love is like falling”… stupid little catch phrases.
But, the thing is, these catch phrases ring true.
Last year I was in a relationship and I honestly thought, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we would get married. Then I dumped him…
Santo made an interesting comment to my last blog (and I’m sorry if I called you out for making a comment… I hope I didn’t just scare you away.) He said that I need to just take a chance and stop making it impossible for men to like me. Great observation, but I do flirt and I don’t push them all away. I’m open to new possibilities but I also have some things that I need in a relationship.
The problem with women like me is that they have little or no men in their life that they can really trust. I constantly question whether or not my dad loves me. If I tell him certain things, will he still love me? What about my step dad also? He has acted like my father for 10 years, however, he still thinks that I could be doing more… I’m not good enough. Another reason to not trust men.
I have three options:
1. Date men like my dad or step dad
2. Become a cat lady and never marry
3. Do a whole bunch of research and learn how to have my own love
I want to go with option three, but its hard work, I have to change my entire thinking. You see my dilemma?
But, the thing is, these catch phrases ring true.
Last year I was in a relationship and I honestly thought, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we would get married. Then I dumped him…
Santo made an interesting comment to my last blog (and I’m sorry if I called you out for making a comment… I hope I didn’t just scare you away.) He said that I need to just take a chance and stop making it impossible for men to like me. Great observation, but I do flirt and I don’t push them all away. I’m open to new possibilities but I also have some things that I need in a relationship.
The problem with women like me is that they have little or no men in their life that they can really trust. I constantly question whether or not my dad loves me. If I tell him certain things, will he still love me? What about my step dad also? He has acted like my father for 10 years, however, he still thinks that I could be doing more… I’m not good enough. Another reason to not trust men.
I have three options:
1. Date men like my dad or step dad
2. Become a cat lady and never marry
3. Do a whole bunch of research and learn how to have my own love
I want to go with option three, but its hard work, I have to change my entire thinking. You see my dilemma?
Monday, June 7, 2010
"Girl, You're Such A Backstabber and Everybody Knows"
New topic – new week – and I killed a man!!!
Nope…
A friend of mine told me I needed to take more risks. I need to just go out and do something crazy with no reflection on the outcome of the situation.
Do you know what I said in return?
“Unlike you, I have aspirations.”
He’s a great guy but I don’t want to get arrested. I mean… what if I do something illegal and then get arrested. That goes on my permanent record and then it would be impossible for me to find a job.
But jobs aside, why don’t I take risks? Why don’t I just get up one morning and go to the beach? Or go see a movie at midnight by myself? Or sneak into Bush Gardens (a friend of mine did that)?
I would like to blame the men in my life.
I’ve had so many bad experiences with men who love to manipulate women. Men who say they will do something then don’t.
Being in love is a huge risk, a leap of faith. But what do you have faith in? Nothing, it’s so nebulous. I have a group of friends who have a hard time finding true love. They might date, or they might not, but they are looking (not very diligently) for a soul mate or one true love.
They think I’m the expert in love and relationships because… well, I don’t really know why.
Maybe it’s because I read a lot of books and boys don’t usually scare me. (Unless, of course, they have “douche” written all over them… then I stay far far away.)
Honestly, I think I will talk about love this week.
What to look for?
What not to look for?
What does looking entail exactly?
Why do we have such high expectations?
Why is it so hard for girls in their early 20’s, who didn’t really date in high school or college because they were focusing on their studies, to get a simple date?
All of these questions will not be answered in the least, but I will talk about my experiences with all of these…
I hope you enjoy the next week, and please comment… I love comments!!!
Nope…
A friend of mine told me I needed to take more risks. I need to just go out and do something crazy with no reflection on the outcome of the situation.
Do you know what I said in return?
“Unlike you, I have aspirations.”
He’s a great guy but I don’t want to get arrested. I mean… what if I do something illegal and then get arrested. That goes on my permanent record and then it would be impossible for me to find a job.
But jobs aside, why don’t I take risks? Why don’t I just get up one morning and go to the beach? Or go see a movie at midnight by myself? Or sneak into Bush Gardens (a friend of mine did that)?
I would like to blame the men in my life.
I’ve had so many bad experiences with men who love to manipulate women. Men who say they will do something then don’t.
Being in love is a huge risk, a leap of faith. But what do you have faith in? Nothing, it’s so nebulous. I have a group of friends who have a hard time finding true love. They might date, or they might not, but they are looking (not very diligently) for a soul mate or one true love.
They think I’m the expert in love and relationships because… well, I don’t really know why.
Maybe it’s because I read a lot of books and boys don’t usually scare me. (Unless, of course, they have “douche” written all over them… then I stay far far away.)
Honestly, I think I will talk about love this week.
What to look for?
What not to look for?
What does looking entail exactly?
Why do we have such high expectations?
Why is it so hard for girls in their early 20’s, who didn’t really date in high school or college because they were focusing on their studies, to get a simple date?
All of these questions will not be answered in the least, but I will talk about my experiences with all of these…
I hope you enjoy the next week, and please comment… I love comments!!!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
People Are Confusing
What if everyone was practical?
What if we all decided to do the "sensible" thing and get "real" jobs with a 401k and a benefits package and, the big one, retirement?
Well, some of us would be doing exactly what we are doing already, but some of us would be incredibly miserable.
Playing music, painting, singing, dancing, writing and drawing; they're all part of arts and we all love the fruits that are provided for our (the general public's) entertainment.
I know Ive mentioned this before but artists (of all kinds) don't get paid unless they have a big break. They live on Ramen Noodles and ahve serving jobs at a Cracker Barrell talking about when they will get this "big break." Some give up and some sell out. They stop doing their dream and start serving the public. And there are the people who produce beautiful work and it is stolen from them. ALl of this work is enjoyed y us - although we pirate it and borrow from friends, eventually stealing from people's livelihood.
But, thats not waht I'm here to talk about, I'm here to talk about jobs. And, this time, it's really jobs versus careers. The struggling CAREER of being an artist versus the impossible JOB of being an artist.
YEsterday, I went to an interview at Bush Gardens to be a costume character. Besides the fact that it's hot and it's acting (nither of which I car for too much), it pays $11.50 an hour. Great pay for a student. So I auditioned and it was fun, but I didn't get it... big suprise.
Needless to say there were 100 people there and I had the incredible pleasure of meeting 10 of them - or at least listening to all of their life stories. The realization I came to is that, although I am a writer and an therefore an artist, I don't concentrate on my art. I figure that will come to me - you know - my art (mojo - stories and creativity). I concentrate on perfecting my craft, becoming an expert in my field. The difference is that these people just play, all their lives, and they will probably be happy (which is great) but not successful in that they will have money problems and social networking problems.
But, who am I to say how people will really turn out? I just look at the patterns. I watch people. How do they act? How do they speak and why do they say waht they say, if anything?
Some of the people I met have truely raw talent, but why won't they practive their skills? Why won't they make the most of their talent and their passion? It's when you choose to do those things that you truely have the potential to flourish. It's so simple.
Why don't people do it?
What if we all decided to do the "sensible" thing and get "real" jobs with a 401k and a benefits package and, the big one, retirement?
Well, some of us would be doing exactly what we are doing already, but some of us would be incredibly miserable.
Playing music, painting, singing, dancing, writing and drawing; they're all part of arts and we all love the fruits that are provided for our (the general public's) entertainment.
I know Ive mentioned this before but artists (of all kinds) don't get paid unless they have a big break. They live on Ramen Noodles and ahve serving jobs at a Cracker Barrell talking about when they will get this "big break." Some give up and some sell out. They stop doing their dream and start serving the public. And there are the people who produce beautiful work and it is stolen from them. ALl of this work is enjoyed y us - although we pirate it and borrow from friends, eventually stealing from people's livelihood.
But, thats not waht I'm here to talk about, I'm here to talk about jobs. And, this time, it's really jobs versus careers. The struggling CAREER of being an artist versus the impossible JOB of being an artist.
YEsterday, I went to an interview at Bush Gardens to be a costume character. Besides the fact that it's hot and it's acting (nither of which I car for too much), it pays $11.50 an hour. Great pay for a student. So I auditioned and it was fun, but I didn't get it... big suprise.
Needless to say there were 100 people there and I had the incredible pleasure of meeting 10 of them - or at least listening to all of their life stories. The realization I came to is that, although I am a writer and an therefore an artist, I don't concentrate on my art. I figure that will come to me - you know - my art (mojo - stories and creativity). I concentrate on perfecting my craft, becoming an expert in my field. The difference is that these people just play, all their lives, and they will probably be happy (which is great) but not successful in that they will have money problems and social networking problems.
But, who am I to say how people will really turn out? I just look at the patterns. I watch people. How do they act? How do they speak and why do they say waht they say, if anything?
Some of the people I met have truely raw talent, but why won't they practive their skills? Why won't they make the most of their talent and their passion? It's when you choose to do those things that you truely have the potential to flourish. It's so simple.
Why don't people do it?
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Whatever It Is That You Do... Do It Well, Or Not At All
Wouldn’t you love having a job designing toilets? Not installing them, not creating them really, just deciding which one should go where in a bathroom with tons of regulations. Then, after that, wouldn’t you like to design the floor? No? Yes? If I got paid enough?
Well, a young lady I met yesterday (I know I said young lady… I don’t have anything to say for myself) has her masters in architecture and that is what she does five days a week. It’s tedious and she doesn’t have a chance to be creative in designing what she wants to design. She doesn’t have her license yet, but she does have a master’s degree and yet she is not making enough money for the education she has.
I asked her what it was about architecture that she loved so much to decide to put herself through this agony of having all this education and no money. She said, “I just decided right out of high school to do it and I didn’t think about it again, but now I’m questioning why I did all of this.” She claimed that the teachers warned her about not being able to pay for anything once you are an architect.
You see, architects know a little bit of information about everything that has to do with building. The problem with today’s society is that the specialists are the ones that make all the money. There are only a few people who know everything about only one thing (or nothing as many doctorate students like to put it) and they must be paid a lot to stay in their field.
Of course the other kinds of people are the people who know a little about everything in life and a little more about one thing or profession. They don’t want to learn anymore about that profession so they become the worker bees or if they have a natural talent (or are in it long enough) they become a manager of the worker bees.
Then there are the people who know a medium amount of information about mostly everything and are continuing to learn more. These people get too distracted by the next interesting thing to concentrate on one profession. That’s the problem architects have. They know a medium amount about every type of engineering job, but they aren’t an expert in anything, and they work so hard for many hours. Eventually you must burn out, start actually making money, or find that you have a love for design and design on your own in addition to that full time job.
So, there you go.
There are down sides to every single career. Do it for love? Do it for money? Do it for security? I have no idea.
Architects can make money if they become artists, but if they don’t… well, that’s it.
Why can’t society learn how to deal with the creative people? The creative people are the ones we want to keep around for relief from the daily grind of life.
I guess all I have to say to this girl is good luck and I hope you love what you do because then you will be good at it. But isn’t that what everyone should say to everyone.
LOVE WHAT YOU DO
Well, a young lady I met yesterday (I know I said young lady… I don’t have anything to say for myself) has her masters in architecture and that is what she does five days a week. It’s tedious and she doesn’t have a chance to be creative in designing what she wants to design. She doesn’t have her license yet, but she does have a master’s degree and yet she is not making enough money for the education she has.
I asked her what it was about architecture that she loved so much to decide to put herself through this agony of having all this education and no money. She said, “I just decided right out of high school to do it and I didn’t think about it again, but now I’m questioning why I did all of this.” She claimed that the teachers warned her about not being able to pay for anything once you are an architect.
You see, architects know a little bit of information about everything that has to do with building. The problem with today’s society is that the specialists are the ones that make all the money. There are only a few people who know everything about only one thing (or nothing as many doctorate students like to put it) and they must be paid a lot to stay in their field.
Of course the other kinds of people are the people who know a little about everything in life and a little more about one thing or profession. They don’t want to learn anymore about that profession so they become the worker bees or if they have a natural talent (or are in it long enough) they become a manager of the worker bees.
Then there are the people who know a medium amount of information about mostly everything and are continuing to learn more. These people get too distracted by the next interesting thing to concentrate on one profession. That’s the problem architects have. They know a medium amount about every type of engineering job, but they aren’t an expert in anything, and they work so hard for many hours. Eventually you must burn out, start actually making money, or find that you have a love for design and design on your own in addition to that full time job.
So, there you go.
There are down sides to every single career. Do it for love? Do it for money? Do it for security? I have no idea.
Architects can make money if they become artists, but if they don’t… well, that’s it.
Why can’t society learn how to deal with the creative people? The creative people are the ones we want to keep around for relief from the daily grind of life.
I guess all I have to say to this girl is good luck and I hope you love what you do because then you will be good at it. But isn’t that what everyone should say to everyone.
LOVE WHAT YOU DO
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
For My Best Friend
I’m going to get a shot this morning and I’m leaving in about… well, right now. So I figured I’d take this untaken moment to write about why I am here. Blogging. About? Nothing?
My overall goal is to become a better writer. Though I might talk all the time about not knowing what to do for the rest of my life I would love to be a writer. That’s my passion.
I enjoy waking up every morning, drinking my coffee, eating my two eggs and low fat turkey bacon and thinking about what to write for the day while responding to my emails and facebook messages. I don’t have many, but it’s enough for me to handle.
If a person, of any sort, wants to be world class at anything they need to put in a lot of time for their profession. Bill Gates might have dropped out of college but he spent thousands of hours, from the age of 14, programming. Shakespeare first started writing plays early in life, but his first plays weren’t very good. The ideas were good and they were there, but it wasn’t until Hamlet, when he had already put thousands of hours into his writing, that he actually had a play that met all of the requirements and pushed the envelope. Each play that he wrote throughout his career got better and better. It comes with practice.
Anyway… I need to get a travel mug of coffee and brush my teeth. SO I will leave with this (for my best friend).
1. I’m sorry that I stole your life.
2. The oil spill is crazy and we should never buy from BP again because I don’t care what anyone says, BP wasn’t paying attention to their workers and their workers screwed up and I hope the people responsible for the oil spill are helping clean it up and then looking for a new job. I know, I’m harsh.
My overall goal is to become a better writer. Though I might talk all the time about not knowing what to do for the rest of my life I would love to be a writer. That’s my passion.
I enjoy waking up every morning, drinking my coffee, eating my two eggs and low fat turkey bacon and thinking about what to write for the day while responding to my emails and facebook messages. I don’t have many, but it’s enough for me to handle.
If a person, of any sort, wants to be world class at anything they need to put in a lot of time for their profession. Bill Gates might have dropped out of college but he spent thousands of hours, from the age of 14, programming. Shakespeare first started writing plays early in life, but his first plays weren’t very good. The ideas were good and they were there, but it wasn’t until Hamlet, when he had already put thousands of hours into his writing, that he actually had a play that met all of the requirements and pushed the envelope. Each play that he wrote throughout his career got better and better. It comes with practice.
Anyway… I need to get a travel mug of coffee and brush my teeth. SO I will leave with this (for my best friend).
1. I’m sorry that I stole your life.
2. The oil spill is crazy and we should never buy from BP again because I don’t care what anyone says, BP wasn’t paying attention to their workers and their workers screwed up and I hope the people responsible for the oil spill are helping clean it up and then looking for a new job. I know, I’m harsh.
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