The Title: I only have nine days left to move out of here. I'm bad with noticing these things until the last minute.
Moving Right Along: Tomorrow, I find out for sure, for sure, if I got the job at Little Black Pearl. I feel pretty confident, I just really hope they call me or email me early in the day so I'm not a nervous wreck all day. I'm packing up all my stuff and driving it to granny's house. I'll probably stay there for about two weeks or so before I move. But the funny thing is all of this is up in the air. No settled details at all. But that's kind of how things have been going in this whole process. It's teaching me to be comfortable with times of instability.
In other aspects of my life I'm not doing as super great as I'd like. I was really trying to straighten up and be a practicing Christian, but it's so easy to just slide right off the track. My spirituality is increasingly important to me, so I plan to make efforts towards this. I've realized I really don't like a lot of the things of this world. While I want to be financially stable and even buy nice things, I don't want to frolic in the idea of things. I went to the mall today with some friends and they are really into clothes and shoes and bags. Maybe that's not an interest of mine, because I don't have a lot of money, but really, the whole thing just makes me somewhat uncomfortable. And there's so much music that talks about material things. I've never had a pair of shoes that can comfort me and help me through hard times. I like to look nice, but I don't ever want to be consumed (not saying that my friends are). The world is also a kind of angry place. People are hot-headed with each other and people don't give each other a benefit of the doubt. When I was in my early teens I remember thinking "I don't wanna live in this world", not in a suicidal way, but in a everyone seems so unhappy way. I stopped feeling this way when I got older, but lately I'm slowly getting dragged into this again and it makes me want to seclude myself.
Finally, how active should an adults imagination be? Lately I'm in a daze of made up scenarios and yes I'm a writer so this should all be great, but if I know me, and I do, some of this fantasy world will seep over into reality world and cause some type of weirdness. I think I need to step my writing game up to fulfill my creative side so that I can hold fast to my sanity...I'm a very bizarre person.
Success: Success is when you win an award that's ugly looking, like the Mark Twain award. It's not flashy or metallic at all. It's just a carving of him. Gross.
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