Every day there is a new question to be asked, a new problem just begging for a solution. Today that question is troubling, as most of mine about the future are: can I, as a creative, independent and semi-self-conscious individual, become a journalist? Never in my life have I wanted this. I've never liked people very much and, frankly, neither did they. Now I am faced with this dilemma, and it seems to be the only scenario: major in Journalism and become a journalist or major in English and become a teacher. Teaching? ME??? Oh no, what has happened to the world!
My purely fantastical option is to become a freelancer, start my own magazine or newspaper, and just shoot as high as I can, while walking dogs on the side. Forever it seems I have wanted to become a writer--but never did I imagine I would need to write all the time, and write well. I also wanted to be a singer. A Vet. A wildlife biologist. An ethologist. I want a love, a family, a career, and a life, in that order. I guess it's kind of backwards, but it's what I've come to believe is the only way to survive. Priorities have been shifted while others have simply been dropped. My mother, a lawyer, my father, the owner of a car lot.
Jobs involving work with other people never go right. We never get along. I get along with the customers, not the employees, I cater to the people behind the counter, not the ones I stand with. it might be an ego-thing. I'm jealous that they don't have to work where I am, I want them to be happy, so when I get out, maybe I'll be happy too.