Having already decided this once before, I have officially, once-and-for-all decided that I am completely unhappy with my current career choice. Not that I hate what I do, because I definitely don't, I think I just hate the idea of it all. It's not that I'm unhappy, well, not completely (just with my career choice, that's all, really. I swear), I just realize that I'm not fit for what I'm doing. I go to sleep at night, wishing I didn't have to go to sleep in the first place; A. Because I'm not tired at 2am. And. B. I am not wired to wake up to an alarm monday through friday at 6am, following a strict schedule to get me out of bed, out of the house, and through my entire work day. Lord help me if I am even four minutes off schedule. It's the end of the world, as we know it.
I have had an "ideal happy place" set up in my head for quite some time now. The following list explains this ideal world, which is packed into my brain meat:
1. Move to Williamsburg, NY, so that I can finally fit in with my own "people". Just as do lions, cheetahs, and spider monkeys, hipsters need to live in a specific habitat. My current habitat of tractors, big fields, and loads of Hasidic Jews is sinking my boat. (NOTE: I am currently seeking out apartments in Williamsburg, and have already some some super deck places. Will update as process progresses.)
2. Sell my car and buy/have someone build me a bike or two. I am much more satisfied with my daily transportation in being a bicycle. Not to mention that fact that I desperately need to redeem myself from the horrific negative driving record I possess in my name.
3. Quit my current corporate job as a Visual Merchandiser, and build my own empire solely out of artistic realms. Allowing me to stay up late and make art/research new ways to make money by hardly working in the real world/staying as far away from corporate America as humanly possible, just making enough money to pay rent, buy four dollar thrift store finds, and eat brunch after waking up at 1pm, complete with buy one get one bloody mary's at Lovely Day in Nolita. (NOTE: This is currently in the staging process.)
4. Attend frequent dance parties until early morning hours, not having to worry about the ultra dread of a 6am alarm clock, ringing in my ears, which, I swear, haunts me throughout the day. A true dance-party-seeking hipster has no actual intention of dancing, but shuffling, sometimes even in the rain, weather permitting. (We need to shake up our endorphins somehow, you know.) And "party" in "dance party" can mean either one of two things, you're either hopped up on Jack Daniel's and cocaine, commonly paid for with the money from your trust fund, or you're as straight edge as a greeting card. I, personally prefer the latter. To each his own.
I am adamant about the fact that I will make this all happen, sooner than later. The fact that my list is short will help speed up the process, I can only hope.
Well, it's officially Monday morning. Dread. I'm everything except thrilled to hear this alarm clock in less than six hours.
Current Listen: Deep Blue Sea - Grizzly Bear
