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Edited on Thu Nov-13-03 01:51 AM by HEyHEY
I get all ancy about thinking what I gave up. A wicked paying job for an even better paying job, that didn't work out, as someone who doesn't take shit from people - I quit.
SO now I am looking for work hoping for $12 an hour at least to be a full time journalist. On one hand, I think "hey, I've never been about money anyway." On the other I think "Fuck...moron you coulda been set for life if you had some patience."
But the good jobs sucked. I hated them..I loved being a journalist all the way. But then I get freaked thinkin about what I gave up, it's like this side of me concerned with possesions takes over briefly. Then I hang out with my blue collar friends and have this urge to just become a tradesman, find a nice girl and settle down.
I figure many times I have my life too confused. I know I have to leave town to get a start in my field, but I have serious roots here and don't wann ago now. (when I was 20 you coudn't pay me enough to stay here). Now owever, I have people I've been friends with for 20 years and at age 24 that's a long time.
I will leave if I have to, but at the same time, I want a good paying job, to stay here and do my thing. But I know I would regret it further if I became about money and what not..but it feels comforting at this point....I was the only one of my friends who ever had any true spirit of adventure. I went to an academic post secondary, I love to write and I love culture. Sometimes I think I'm some freak outcast who can't cope with reality. Anyway....your thoughts.
Yes I have been drinking....but this is all true.
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