Writer's Block: Quarterlife Crisis
Everything? I pretty much think my life sucks ass right now, apart from my DVD collection and my cardigan sweater supply. And the trip to London in a few weeks, though even that's stressing me out right now because I have no money at all. It'll all work out, but I'm getting no sleep over it in the meantime. I'm currently in this quarter-life crisis where I'm rethinking everything about my life right now. My major is just a hobby that rich people take up to talk about at cocktail parties and gallery openings. My living situation. . .enough said. My school is a shitty community college and I've gotten screwed out of my math requirement.
I woke up this morning and got depressed over the prospect of going to Linguistic Anthropology class, because why the hell am I taking linguistic anthropology?! It's bullshit and I'm going to fail it because I never go, because why the hell am I taking it anyways? Then I have History of Modern Art, which is okay, but once again, a hobby of rich people and hipsters at gallery shows. I have French later too, which I think is the most practical class I'm taking this semester, which is really saying something.
At this rate, you'd think I was getting a degree in "Douchey Expatriate Studies." I'm rethinking everything I want to do, and right now, cullinary school is looking like the best path and an actual tangible idea I can do something with. I'm tired of everything academic I'm doing just passing the time and keeping me away from the real world where I can sustain myself and be an adult for once in my life, and more importantly, my father doesn't scoff at the idea like he does whenever I talk about art history.
The way I see it, I can actually learn a tangible skillset that I don't hate doing, and then just have the knowledge of art history, which is glorified trivia anyways - and while I do love it and I know a lot about it and I enjoy it, I need to be realistic and know that I can't really DO anything with it - as a hobby.