Ten years ago, rage and other emotions consumed me to the point of lashing out irrationally. Now, rage and other emotions still engulf me with their negative solace- that part hasn’t, and may never, completely go away for me, or any of us- it’s just I have more coping mechanisms. Maybe that’s the root of addictive behavior? Being unable to cope with the harshness of reality? We should then find subtle positive solaces within reality.
Ten years ago, I had no (career) ambitions, and was one quarter away from graduating college with a degree that didn’t interest me. I’ve since turned that around, professionally and personally. It’s tempting to think where I would be today if I could transplant my current life’s experiences to that younger me. What if I had studied literature instead? That story would be vastly different. Here’s Anthony’s career, told as a gripping thriller… or not?
Seattle traffic is beyond capacity. A stretch of I-5 (northbound and southbound) that usually takes around 5 minutes to drive through in light traffic now exceeds 20 minutes when all the commuter single-occupancy vehicles leave their gigs at 5PM. Wade it out until 7PM and it’s less terrible. The traffic focuses until, and dissipates after, one point: Mercer Street. Our new neighbor has invited all of their friends without the least bit of consideration for anyone else.
They say meeting your heroes is a terrible thing because of over-expectation. Stumbling through my words and thoughts, I gained artistic context and overcame shyness from meeting some of my “heroes.” How about John (center-right) and Trishna (center-left)? Do they even have celebrity figures they admire? Let’s take a psychological detour for this week’s update to “The Story” and consider how respect for authority, ambitions, and the drive to emulate, create, or procrastinate inspires idolization.
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Let’s say you’re out of work and that depression is starting to kick in. You wake up with that urgency to get freedom, along with that hopelessness of not having an easy way out, both “achieved” through the paying gig. Now let’s say you’ve worked at a gig for some time and that depression starts kicking in differently. You wake up with complacency because you’re drifting away from your real goals. Why does this happen?
There is no class, while getting your career degree, for handling unemployment, underemployment, or looking for work. That’s not important to them. It is almost guaranteed that throughout a contemporary career, you will be out of work at least once. That isn’t a failure on your part. You are not a bad person. Your skills still have value. You have value. Just be persistent, positive, proactive, preoccupied, and keep believing in yourself, now and always!
“Let me go ahead and make that ticket for you, just a moment, I just need to finish filling out the notes, and you can be on your way. The ticket number will also be in your email, in a few minutes, with a hyperlink where you can track the status at any time. OK, that ticket number is-“
The alarm clock read 03:35 AM. Time to wake up and actually go to work.
3AM, 6AM, doesn’t matter. It’s too early. Gotta get up. Outta bed now. Zombies look better. Get that coffee. Focus on something. Distraction from sleep. Get some food. Still groggy. That drive’ll suck. How’s the weather? It’s cold out. Warm in bed. Still gotta go. Can’t use sick leave right now. Just get going. Gotta dress nicely. Gotta look presentable. “Where’s my purse?” Warm up the car. Now I’m late. Today’s gonna be a grind.
The world of “The Story” can’t just anecdotally revolve around John and Trishna. Learning about related and peripheral characters can help enrich the overall narrative, especially as I start digging into details. Why do Trishna’s parents, Divit (left) and Brigit (right), own a farm? It’s hard work compared to our current digital work. Was it out of appeal? How much of it was out of necessity? Are farms even profitable in their world? Let’s explore.
The eleventh draft of a proprietary document I spent weeks writing, locked under a legally-binding non-disclosure agreement, was 3,573 words. The twelfth draft was 3,676 words. Less than 10 people will ever have a need to read, or even skim through, that document. Once this gig’s up, it may reside somewhere for historical purposes, or it may be destroyed. I still took the same pride in placing my name to this document as anything I’ve written here. Why?