How the fuck does one choose a career? Career, to me, is a word that in many situations has as much or probably more relevance than the word married. Most of these situations being completely social. Why? Sure I’m in an open marriage, but I’m not even using that as the norm.
I always inferred that the purpose of college was to obtain your ultimate career path. That’s not a lie, to everyone, but close enough for a lot. It took me seven and a half years to earn my bachelors degree. Four schools and at least 3 majors. Not able to use any of that for anything, I went back to school for 2 years, and currently use absolutely no part. We will ignore the massive debt that I am foolishly ignoring until later.
Maybe I should have just followed my dreams. Guitarist in a successful band, top editorial writer for Rolling Stone, author of a series of bestselling books of which I also wrote the screenplays for the blockbuster movies. Yeah, good thing I went safe.
I have three jobs I have actually enjoyed. I loved working at the book bindery. Getting to create something(I made them teach me to run every machine) was very fulfilling in a physical and librophile sort of way…The next was working for Kids First. I started as a lowly diaper changing assistant and ended up a relatively upper echelon decider that still changed diapers and ingested first distaste of those thinking they were superior. I was working with special needs kids(mainly Down Syndrome kids, spectrum disorders, CP, or simply Marshallese and not understood), so I dealt with a lot due to my need of moral upliftement I was easily getting…The last is any cooking job I had. I was consistently drunk or high at all of those jobs, rarely received a scolding but often received praise. And lots of food.
So what do I want to do? I have a kid and a wife, so I have to support them. I don’t hate my bookshop and Sunday school teaching gig I have going, Alie is about to graduate and hopefully get better family funds. We get by, and T is a happy little dude, which has turned into my only real goal.
But you successful guys and gals out there…no lost love, and I adore all expenses paid trips to visit your amazing selfs!