Dear Tumblr-survivors,
I’m pleased to see you have all survived the “Hipster Apocalypse” as MSNBC called it. Somehow, this massive black out didn’t effect me, which must be a first that I actually had stuff to occupy my time so that I didn’t notice that Tumblr wasn’t occupying said time.
Anyway, I’m here tonight to reflect and mostly work some things out for myself through writing. Sometimes writing to a perceived audience is helpful because it requires you to craft what you’re saying and to give it further thought than just whiney emotions. That’s what this is, a look at why I’m a semester into the real world and how I am where I am stuck.
Remember Graham and I bragging about our best friend’s band, Elway, and them being signed and junk? Red Scare Records just announced a “Red Scare Presents” show featuring The Menzingers and Elway as support. I freaking love the Menzingers and I know how much Joe and Tim must be shitting themselves that they’re getting to play with these dudes. I also know that I am so jealous it hurts. Mostly because this is happening in Chicago and there is just no way I can see it.
Anyway, remember how my awesome co-blogger Graham is in Spain teaching English? Doing what he has talked about doing for the last three years of our friendship? Times may be rough here and there, but he is in another country, emerging himself in another language and culture, living a life he dreamed of.
And then there is my best friend who is finishing up her undergraduate degree and aiming all future work towards getting into Yale’s art program. Because she is so enthralled by the main dude (excuse my lack of art-anything in this post) in the department, and because she desires an Ivy League education, she is putting all her effort to get into this and leave Denver far behind.
I’m also pleased to say that Eamonn is making plans with his new band to do things. Anchor Point is booking shows, talking about recording and trying to get on the line up to play with No Use For a Name when they’re in Denver in January. It’s exciting because at least every Tuesday he is with his friends working for a common goal.
I’m surrounded by beautifully successful young adults. People who are taking their lives by the reigns and making change happen. So many of their decisions can be inspirational and a nice reminder that there really is hope in the gloomy, mundane life of the real world.
Some people are naturally happier than others. There is no way you can deny this. And since I tend to lean towards the melodramatic side of, “I’m doomed, nothing will ever work out” mentality, I have to work real hard and make conscious decisions to channel a more positive mindset.
Which means that tonight is particularly rough because rather than being ecstatic for those I love, I am nothing but envious.
As I look back in the last four months, since about August, I see nothing. I see a chance opportunity to go to FEST and leap out of my comfort zone, and then long silences of mundane happenings that do nothing to highlight a successful life. And sure, success is relative and if you want to look at my life in terms of privilege, I’m rolling in success. But, if I want to look at it in terms of my expectations for myself, there is nothing but a dismal conclusion leading to more self-loathsome thoughts and feelings.
I’ve spent the last five years emerging myself in busy accomplishments. Always saying yes to something I don’t have time for nor the mental stability for, but always coming out on top (well, mostly). My college career is littered with accomplished goals, satisfied decisions, and jobs well-done. Of course there was a lot of adversity and obstacles, but so much more success.
Without the guidance of college expectations or, mostly, without my wonderful SLiCE Office (Student Leadership, Involvement and Community Engagement Office) to help challenge and direct me, I have mostly fallen into the middle of some never-ending field of no direction.
So, here I sit fully aware of my situation but at a loss for how to change it. I mean, I’ve reflected on all those feel-good movies where the protagonist hits some obstacle or gets a dose of inspiration and radically changes their life to become exactly what they want and suddenly the movie ends in rainbows and gold. But, I feel trapped in this position. Trapped by the needs of a 9-5 paycheck, of legal obligations like a rental agreement, of needing to consider other’s feelings and decisions. I’m sure these are all excuses, as any positive, optimistic person would say.
But damnit, how do you move from an excuse to action?
I need to drown myself in accomplished stress, I need to fill my time with something that feels like meaning. I need to volunteer or find a job I feel passionately about. Or, maybe I just need to go back to school and bask in that comforting understanding and allow myself to reside there from here on out.
I also need to learn how to be self-guided. To some extent I’m good at getting what I want and really working towards what I want. But, looking back, I’m not sure whether I’ve chosen what I’ve want or whether its been placed in front of me for me to achieve, outside my own conscious decision making.
Here is where it would almost be nice to feel apart of a religion. Least when you have that you can tell yourself someone else has a plan for you and you no longer have to take the responsibility to do it yourself.
Now, I need to just chin up, step up and to quit whining and take responsibility for the fact that my life hasn’t lived up to my own expectations.
Anyway, it is a true honor to have such inspiring and motivated people in my life. I am so proud of the accomplishments they’re working on. Now, I just need to shake myself from this rut, figure out some kind of self-guidance, and own this thing called life.
Yeah, I have absolutely no idea what’s up.
Love.Britt.