April 27, 2005
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Alright. I’ve had some people tell me of late that my last post was offensive, or at least contained offensive language. Well, first and foremost, I don’t care. My blog is for me, by me, of me, for me. As such it contains my thoughts, not those of someone else. However, if you were indeed offended, let it stand as a warning of what may come, though past performance does not guarantee future performance.
Having said that, down to business. Perhaps to some of you the news of me leaving UAH comes as a surprise. To others I’m sure it’s a relief that I finally stopped complaining and actually did something. Either way, what’s done is done. It’s my life and I’ll ruin it on my own, thank you very much. I’ve needed to get away from school period for a long time. I’ve always hated school; I especially hate when you can’t apply what you’re learning. Three years “professionally”–What a joke!–and I’ve yet to get job one in the industry. Maybe I am an old man and have that one final destiny to look forward to. I feel old. Old, useless and decrepit.
Don’t get the wrong idea here. I’m not throwing a pity party. I’m talking about long term value, long term investments. The things that I want to do cost more money than most make in their lifetimes. Maybe there is a down side to being a dreamer. Perhaps it is best to become one of many and let someone else solve life’s problems. I used to think that if one had enough ambition and persistence they could accomplish at least a moderate level of success in life. Now I tend to believe that perhaps there is a privilege of birth factor that can’t be ruled out. Either way, I’m stuck with me and no way to get what’s inside of me out. Sure I could write. But I don’t think that I have the ability to make people see what I am seeing. If I were smart, I’d go to art school to help resolve that problem, but it is equally as bad with sound. I now know why ignorance is bliss: if you don’t know what you’re missing, you have no reason to be discontent.
“My offense is rank! It stinks to heaven!” and “When sorrows come, they come not as single spies but in battalions.”
Comments (3)
Okay, first of all you COULD write…and to prove it, I’m going to take time out of my busy life trying to get caught up from the weekend and tell you exactly what I think about those things you wrote and showed me.
Second, birth might have something to do with how far you get in life, but only as much as you LET it. There are a ton of nobodies who have become somebodies, simply because they put FEET to their DREAMS. Instead of sitting around, wondering how you’re ever going to get money for your dreams, find something you can do RIGHT NOW. I mean, seriously…what could you go out tomorrow and apply for, or start? Big dreamers start small…you’ll never get anywhere if you wait for money to drop in your lap.
So college wasn’t your thing. Big deal. Who really cares? I mean, yeah, it could’ve been better, if you’d figured that out before spending money on it, but everyone makes mistakes…it could be worse. But the worst thing you could do, is sit behind your computer, in your apartment, waiting for life to happen. Get up! DO something!
I’m going to admit, I didn’t care for your language in the last post. I didn’t raise a stink, cause I kinda understand. But last thought: even if your blog IS your blog, if you want people to read it, don’t make a habit of that. Okay?
Sorry if it sounds like I’m gettin’ down in your face with this post. Not my intention. I just know lots of dreamers who are going no where. And it makes me mad to have to sit by and watch it happen. Especially when the answer could be as simple as writing a letter or applying for a particular job. Don’t join those masses. Please.
not at all. I wasn’t complaing about you anyway. They know who they are. And will, in time, forgive me.
I knew you weren’t complaining about me. But I wanted to make sure I stayed off the complaint list.