full metal panic

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By wisper on Monday, May 15, 2006 - 11:14 pm:

    (it's the name of an anime that's i have no interest in seeing. Great name though.)

    I try to solve all my problems the same way- by curling in a ball and hyperventilating.

    Tomorrow i guess i have to tell my boss that i'm only going to be able to work 2 days a week, since i guess i'm going to work for my mother. I guess.

    Did i really try? How do you know. What does it feel like.
    Maybe my problem is that i've never had to try before. I'm not used to this effort thing. Highschool was a big joke and i went to college for something that i love and can do well, it wasn't that hard. In the real world, i'm not used to being bad at things. I'm not used to practice and failure, really i'm not.
    I've sent.....god, maybe 100 resumes? had less than 20 interviews? in 2 years? And nothing.
    I didn't want most of the jobs anyway, most of them i just tried for in the steps to gain experience and get something better. No job without experience. No experience without job. The old loop.
    Don't get me wrong though, some of them i did want really bad. Hallmark, Ganz, any of the toy companies, yeah those ones hurt.

    So in an effort to get SOMETHING creative going in my job life, is me working for my mother.

    The bad parts are a punch in the face. Leaving Rowlf for 3 days (and nights) a week to go and stay at my....at my.....parent's house. I can't shake the notion that parent's house = failure. At i wouldn't be moving back in or anything of that nature. It's a 50 minute drive, it makes more sense and i'll save money on food. Parent's help = failure, in my head.
    But working there would allow me to look for real work, and go to interviews without having to call in sick and risk getting in trouble. And i would be drawing and designing, in a way. A way that has never interested me, but was i really interested in any of those jobs i applied for that consisted of laying out copy for local newspaper real estate ads? No.
    And i'm sure it would be something to put on a resume at the very least. I hope it is. It surely would look better than spending more months working at a fucking hardware store.

    She now owns a stained glass studio and their designer is knocked up and gonna pop any minute. And you can legally take up to a full year of maternity leave in Ontario.
    Who can draw? Me.
    Who's not working in any real sense? Me.
    Who are they counting on to help out? Me.

    I explain it to people that "my family's business is in trouble, they need me." And that makes it sound all honorable, like those Asian kids who take over the convenience store for a few weeks.
    But anyone who knows me knows that i have a surprising lack of family duty or closeness.
    I guess i owe them though, i guess.

    Don't get me wrong, i hate my fucking job. But for some reason it's easy enough of a rut that i'm dreading to leave it, and the people are nice. So it's hard. I don't know what's better. I don't know what to do and it's sort of too late anyway.
    Curl in a ball.

    Full metal panic.

    I always hear people talking about doors closing on options as you get older, as you get more responsibility. I have no responsibilities in my mind for the future other than keeping myself fed and housed. And all my "doors" that might close are as insane as they are impossible.
    I'm just now beginning to realize, for example, that i may indeed never be a rock star. This is due mostly to the fact that i've never been in a band, learned an instrument proficiently or sang out loud in public. Oh, but the dream is still in there and i'll be fucked if i'm letting it go easy. I'm going to be a goddamn rock star in my head and no one knows this. And i'm just starting to come to terms with the fact that i may never gain magical powers.

    I do not have goals. As such, i am driven into the most insane whims of how my life should go, and i will inevitably feel like an utter failure if i don't end up being and opera/rockstar/dominatrix who also has a line of licensed cartoon merchandise while i end world hunger. A failure in any of these categories suggests lifelong unhappiness.

    You're SUPPOSED to have goals, right? I'm crazy aren't i? Where the fuck do i start.
    Some people have the mid-life crisis. I call this stage i'm in the pre-life crisis.

    I used to seem mature. Everyone said so. I didn't drink or do drugs in highschool. I wasn't out of control. I didn't party hard. I didn't partake in the gossip and drama. I avoided the highschool stereotypes. And now i seem like a child for being the same way. I don't want normal things, my friends are all married and only now do i imagine something is wrong with me. I'm in stasis. I'm still wearing the same kind of clothes.
    I DIDNT CHANGE, I DIDNT GROW, I DIDNT FIND MYSELF. I don't look back at things i did in highschool or college and laugh at my foolish youth. Everything i did still makes sense to me. I'm convinced that if i went back in a time machine and talked to myself at 16, it would be no different. We would give each other the *thumbs up* but I'd carry on being fucking lost.

    Never has someone been so overwhelmed by so little. Just clean out your fucking car, it's so simple, right? I just don't want to have to make dinner anymore. The thought of spending money and buying food and cooking it for myself, repeating this for the rest of my life, is so oppressive. I could sooner throw my fist through a wall than be bothered to make another soy-based ham substitute & cheese sandwich.

    Anyway, i'm seeing TOOL tomorrow, so that should be nice.

By lapis on Monday, May 15, 2006 - 11:57 pm:

    as far as art and creativity goes, it's a lot of hard work just getting to the point where money will cover your tools, let alone pay your rent.

    i know tons of comics artists, most of whom draw lots of ads and posters while putting together their graphic novels, spending years on a single to-be-mass-produced-via-indie-publisher artwork.

    bands work just as hard and have even less of a chance (when they stick with it).

    my own experience with the sprockettes is a tale of blood and sweat. in the first days we rented music and "how to strip" videos. we practiced in the street for hours every night, scrambling to pull props out of the way for passing cars. when the winter came, we paid rent to practice inside or roughed the rain. we've been practicing for two years now and have managed to save enough to purchase our own portable sound system so we don't have to rely on there being something when we get there (there've been many many many cases of poor sound because people don't know how to set up for dance teams).

    what do you want to do wisper? what do you dream about? you may have to dig out a niche for yourself and it takes a lot of hard work.

    it's never to late to follow your desires, to experiment, to learn. optimism is good, sticking to your guns is good, sometimes being a total (maybe not quite) asshole helps too, i don't know.

    as far as my experiences have led me to believe, employment isn't the real world. it's the choices you make and the experiences and people your cherish. it's pain and pride and dirt on your face.

    maybe you have magic powers that you just don't notice, magic is mostly on a tiny scale.

By droopy on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 12:47 am:

    i just have one insight:

    Next time your found, with your chin on the ground
    There's a lot to be learned, so look around

    Just what makes that little old ant
    Think he'll move that rubber tree plant
    Anyone knows an ant, can't
    Move a rubber tree plant

    But he's got high hopes, he's got high-igh-igh hopes
    He's got high apple pie, in the sky hopes

    So any time your gettin' low
    Instead of lettin' go
    Just remember that ant -
    Oops! there goes another rubber tree plant

    When troubles call, and your backs to the wall
    There a lot to be learned, that wall could fall

    Once there was a silly old ram
    Thought he'd punch a hole in a dam
    No one could make that ram, scram
    He kept buttin that dam

    'Cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes
    He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes

    So any time your feelin' bad
    Instead of feelin sad
    Just remember that ram -
    Oops! there goes a billion kilowatt dam

    All problems're just a toy balloon
    They'll be burstin' soon
    They're just bound to go pop -
    Oops! there goes another problem...kerplop

By TBone on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 01:35 am:

    I can totally identify with with the insurmountable obstacles of everyday life. I'm not as bad as I used to be, but I don't really have advice to give on that matter because my solutions aren't necessarily your solutions.

    But goals? Fuck goals. I'm not saying you shouldn't try, but I don't think you can really know where you'll be happy until you're there.

    Failure's ok. Fail with gusto.

    Listen to me talk. I should take my own advice.

By platypus on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 02:04 am:

    I've gotten tired of goals, and I've gotten tired also of people telling me I should be doing this or that, or that I'm wasting my life. I live a reasonably happy life, thank you very much. I potter about in a meaningless job, I go home and write for hours, I live somewhere I love to live, and things...aren't going so badly, you know? I agree with TBone--you'll know when you've found the right spot for yourself.

    And hey, I get panic attacks when I leave the county, so I've been embracing living back home with a gusto. Luckily not with my father, granted, but he only lives about 15 minutes away and we hang out a lot. I like it that way.

    Sometimes waking up in the morning seems like an insurmountable difficulty, let alone dressing or cooking dinner. So sometimes I don't do any of those things. Sometimes we just don't know what we want to do, and we let the thing find us. And I think that's dandy.

    Your job can be as much of yourself as you want it to be. Sometimes I think I'd like to be a "writer," like someone who gets paid to write. And sometimes I think it's better to have a job that doesn't consume my life so that I can do something I love. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up--why should I grow up?

    And the doors are never closed on your options until you close them yourself. I think sometimes it might get harder to do something, but that shouldn't stop you if that's what you want to do. And maybe what you want to do right now is not know what you want to do.

By Karla on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 12:42 pm:

    Droopy, are you SURE you're out of vicodin? Wisper, don't worry about what you're "supposed" to be doing. Do what you need to do to fulfill your creative urges and the rest will fall into place. Helping out your parents doesn't mean you're a failure. It sounds to me like a mutually beneficial situation. Give it a chance and everything may well work out. If not, you can always come up with a Plan B.

By heather on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 09:05 pm:

    how old are you wisper? sounds like you're getting into saturn return. it sucks, but it ends.

    wanna be a dominatrix? come to california, i'll hook you up.

By dave. on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 11:24 pm:

    yes! the fucking saturn return. brilliant hogwash. sublime nonsense. fear and responsibility.

    that's exactly the point of my blatherings in the rose-colored glasses thread. call it a saturn return, or whatever. paradigm shift. new rules.

By dave. on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 11:52 pm:

By wisper on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 01:30 am:

    scalper Tool tickets were going for one thousand dollars each. And yes, they were in fact going. Played in a Performing Arts Centre that used to hold the national ballet and only seats 3200, perfect sound.
    Awwww, god. It was so sweet.

    Thank you for listening to me. I cherish every reply like the rare snowflake that it is.

By dave. on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 02:19 am:

    i wouldn't pay for a tool ticket. i wouldn't pay more than $50 for any ticket. well, maybe if it was charity. in that case, maybe $55.

By TBone on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 12:42 pm:

By wisper on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 05:12 pm:

    that's amazing.
    That reminds me of our favorite (by favorite i mean craziest) host on the legendary local phone-in bible show, he got fired. One night a caller was egging him on, and he snapped and went crazy, ranting about how every war and every world problem was the fault of the jews. Yep, the jews. It was fucking classy.
    I'm so glad we were watching that night.

By Dougie on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 05:58 pm:

By semillama on Thursday, May 18, 2006 - 02:14 pm:

    Ah, Dr. Gene Scott. The greatest TV preacher of all time. God rest his soul.


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