It seems that every time I write in this blog, I’m astonished at the time that has passed since my last post. I always promise myself I’m going to write more, but somehow seem to “never” have the time–despite the fact that I have plenty of time on my hands.
Standard problems of a young college drop out.
So what’s new with me? Well, first off, I’m taking a break from college, and am now living in a big city
I’ve officially joined the club of “College Drop Out Hipsters With No Job”, whom surprisingly actually take up over 75% of the population here in Columbus!
I wish I could say I fit in well with these groups of folks, but apparently, I’m struggling.
You see, I can only buzz my hair like Skrillex, edit the shit out of instagram photos of food I got from Surly Girl, and talk about how awesome my life is to a few wannabe Andy Warhol’s, so much, until the shit gets old.
And like a superficial courtship between two people.
I’ve gotten past the Honey Moon phase with this fucking town.
When I first moved here, I couldn’t help but think how awesome this place was. The first two months were filled with occasional weekends at Bodega during gallery hop, and meeting complete psychos before I actually found a decent friend group. By the second month, the big city blues came through, and I became more depressed than a very discouraged Edgar Allen Poe. This being mainly due to the fact that I finally realized….
The only reason why this city seem “cool
was because I moved
from an absolute
shit hole that had nothing going for it.
Followed by my second realization, one in which has sent every known hipster throughout the history of mankind into a gigantuous blue funk—I realized that even if this city did have something going for it… it wouldn’t matter.
Cause I’m a college dropout now.
And when you have gotten to this point…
It’s hard to find any place that has something going for it, especially when you’ve become the shit hole, and have nothing going for you to begin with!
Goodbye all my hopes and dreams.
Hope I can make it as a barista.
You would think life would be easy here for a creative young lady such as myself.
When it comes to finding a job, fitting in with the cool crowd of artists and musicians, and even a love life here, I fail miserably.
The job search has been an ongoing process that never seems to end, and I can’t help but get tense in these group interviews at Urban Outfitters, when I’m competing up against a 23 year old chick from Chicago, who has a Master’s Degree in Fashion Design, and I’m all over here like
“Hey, I was a Computer Science Major in Dayton, Ohio, and I never graduated! Also I play WOW, and look like a weird, goofy, geek.”
Luckily the last part… kinda worked in my favor. After all, my style is often confused for a hipster, seeing half the time… I look like a homeless nerd….
defines me pretty well.
As for fitting in with the cool crowd, I suppose I could if I wanted to. If I did this though, I would have to take an extensive course on album names of bands that I may already listen to regularly (just don’t give a shit about which album the song is coming from), pointless musical facts (that I don’t give a damn about, even as a musician), names of the local artists around town, and resent those who have never heard of The Flaming Lips like the KKK resented black folk.
Being unaccepting, and completely full of shit
isn’t always my style. I like to think everyone has something they can teach me, and those things have the potential to be either good or bad. I can roll with almost anyone, so long as they are a truly a genuine person, whom of which takes pride in being a true individual.
By true individual, I mean their actions actually show for it, and they aren’t preaching about individuality, when they are exact conformities of their “non-conformist” friend group.
My love life isn’t experiencing much luck either. Back to the whole “individual thing”, my whole life I was taught to be myself. You would think this would work to my advantage, but apparently it hasn’t worth a shit. Once acquainted with the “real world”, I see now that if you want to survive with the vast majority of Homo Sapiens on this planet, being yourself doesn’t exactly help with your survival…or finding a mate.
See, I’ve been blessed with the “gift” or rather, “curse” of being too much myself.
My optimistic side tells me that this will eventually work to my advantage in finding “the one”, who truly accepts me for who I am.
My realistic side tells me that with my personality, my views on gender equality, and how much of a sarcastic ass I am,
I’m gonna end up a cat lady, alone for the rest of my life.
In addition, apparently no girl or guy wants to hear anything semi-intelligent these days, especially coming from someone who could potentially become a love interest. Go figure! In fact, the more small talk you can provide the better. But you can bet your sweet ass, if you’re dating someone who thinks they are the true, one and only shit…
Be ready to hear an earful about themselves
for HOURS (learned this one in Columbus)
Sadly, I cannot be a robot, and just sit there mindlessly looking pretty, while some ass fuck rambles on about his life. I tend to run into this problem with those whom are actually talented at their careers, or semi-demi-well known round’ town
Once fame gets the best of them,
they become the cock of the block.
These douches usually have luck picking up girls, they don’t have any luck picking up me, because they don’t have any luck picking up women. Go figure.
Anywho, that’s enough from me tonight. I think I’ve given a decent update from my year long absence. Now, it’s time for me to go to bed, or find some shenanigans to get into this Saturday night, or maybe fill out a few more job applications….or maybe just be sad and miserable, and order Jimmy Johns and fall asleep.
Yeah….I think I’ll do Jimmy John’s.