I am both the worst, and best, kind of person enabled by social media.
I overshare constantly, but I also offer a cathartic experience to those who’ve had similar experiences.
I criticize daily, but I also connect people and help out in any way I can.
I’m honest to a fault, and can’t get an interview with most local companies.
I’m told that I’m quite talented, yet no one really knows what it is I even do.
I’m loud and talkative enough to get noticed, yet I wear my damn name on many of my shirts.
I get sent products to review and recommend to people, yet I can’t afford to buy any of it.
I’ve read Linchpin. I know how to give gifts, make art and contribute without expecting anything back. I also know how to make people feel small, when I could make them feel like rock stars.And yet for all my flaws, for all my dipshit commentary and every negative word I’ve ever uttered, I can’t, won’t and am unable to change. Perhaps this is what life is supposed to be like for me and honestly, I’m good with that.
I always thought I’d be rich by now. I also thought Fight Club was a fantasy movie based on a premise that didn’t really exist. I never worshipped at the altar of Tyler Durden because I actually thought I was him. My parents would probably say I’m living in a fantasy world and that it’s time to stop wearing my Vibrams, shave more than monthly and start working for a company that will pay me a decent wage in exchange for life experiences I’ll never get back.
They’ll probably tell me that it’s time to grow up. I’m not even sure what that means anymore.
Make I’m trying to figure out what scares me.
Anyone else feel like this?