Oh grg pls, just stop.
So I felt introspective so I went and read back through my old diaries.
It's honestly pretty tough to read, as I have a hard time cringing and reading at the same time.
How many times can I rephrase the same tired metaphors?
Yes, Greg, I get it, you feel unfulfilled and you're depressed because you did blow all weekend. Better dump your purse out on the internet and then quote Fight Club again.
In all fairness, I guess most diaries are likely embarrassing given enough time.
It's interesting how often I said I wanted to be in marketing, I mean I knew I did, I just didn't know how often I brought it up, and now I am, and have been for years, and am the director of an agency, and all and all, doing fairly well actually.
My concepts of what marketing were at the time were so far removed from reality it's fairly staggering though.
My naivety not withstanding, I actually 'achieved the dream'- In the same sort of way that a stumbling shamble appears to be forward progression if you stick the landing.
Anyway, I'm not sure why I'm posting this. I guess I just think this book ends it better, rather than just petering out.
I do miss somewhere to actually vent, though writing as much as I did, vague as it was, for everyone to read, seems scandalous to me now.
Anyway, if you're actually reading this, then I probably miss you <3.
It's honestly pretty tough to read, as I have a hard time cringing and reading at the same time.
How many times can I rephrase the same tired metaphors?
Yes, Greg, I get it, you feel unfulfilled and you're depressed because you did blow all weekend. Better dump your purse out on the internet and then quote Fight Club again.
In all fairness, I guess most diaries are likely embarrassing given enough time.
It's interesting how often I said I wanted to be in marketing, I mean I knew I did, I just didn't know how often I brought it up, and now I am, and have been for years, and am the director of an agency, and all and all, doing fairly well actually.
My concepts of what marketing were at the time were so far removed from reality it's fairly staggering though.
My naivety not withstanding, I actually 'achieved the dream'- In the same sort of way that a stumbling shamble appears to be forward progression if you stick the landing.
Anyway, I'm not sure why I'm posting this. I guess I just think this book ends it better, rather than just petering out.
I do miss somewhere to actually vent, though writing as much as I did, vague as it was, for everyone to read, seems scandalous to me now.
Anyway, if you're actually reading this, then I probably miss you <3.