He won't get far on hot air and fantasy!
Tonight I headed to my lil watering hole (and not on a poetry night, either, for shame on me) and as luck would have it, the poor gal who starred in my last post was indeed present. The good news is things are perfectly clear that there's nothing between us. I'm not one of the more frequent visitors there, so every visit is basically a 'oh yeah, I remember you' moment. And it is a nice shot of reality when I do see her act the same as she does with me with everyone else - most of the time even better. And, to be perfectly honest, I never had a shred of hope... though there were always wishes, prayers, spells and large wads of cash as backup. She is a nice fantasy when i visit Whiskey Town, but once the door closes behind me for an evening so does the dream. Ah, sweet nuthin'!
Besides, I'm at this, the most jobless point in my life, and de lack of sweet scratch has never attracted anyone before. So a far more pressing matter at this nexus exists, for more pressing than meeting that special someone - meeting that special someone and having them hire me. Right now, even though I have a 2yr journalism diploma and a BA in English, I'm looking at working as a janitor or parking gumshoe (ahem, the dude who checks to see if the meters have run out on parked cars. Gumshoe sounds so much cooler). The good news is, their both for the city, and I have been told once I'm in I can begin looking for something else inside. Whats bad is the looks family gives me when i tell them that's where I'm at. I've always believed one shouldn't define themselves by their work, that it is merely a vehicle for attaining things. Unfortunately, the accountants, nurses and businesspeople in my circle are quite prepared to point there noses up at me in a kind of 21 Nostril Salute.
For those of you ready to agree with them, my great staggeringly un-fullproof plan is to do such a job to give me opportunity to work on my novel (25 pages and counting!). At this point, I believe my writing is my salvation, and if I have to clean shite for a living to keep me going so be it. Nick Cave, my patron saint once said how writing a book is a lonely endeavour. i can see it, you can't exactly simply show it to someone like a painting or film, but I never thought my family would be jumping off my ship as well.
This post has taken an ugly, depressing turn. I swear next time I'll return with some funny :D Until then,
Be seeing you...
Besides, I'm at this, the most jobless point in my life, and de lack of sweet scratch has never attracted anyone before. So a far more pressing matter at this nexus exists, for more pressing than meeting that special someone - meeting that special someone and having them hire me. Right now, even though I have a 2yr journalism diploma and a BA in English, I'm looking at working as a janitor or parking gumshoe (ahem, the dude who checks to see if the meters have run out on parked cars. Gumshoe sounds so much cooler). The good news is, their both for the city, and I have been told once I'm in I can begin looking for something else inside. Whats bad is the looks family gives me when i tell them that's where I'm at. I've always believed one shouldn't define themselves by their work, that it is merely a vehicle for attaining things. Unfortunately, the accountants, nurses and businesspeople in my circle are quite prepared to point there noses up at me in a kind of 21 Nostril Salute.
For those of you ready to agree with them, my great staggeringly un-fullproof plan is to do such a job to give me opportunity to work on my novel (25 pages and counting!). At this point, I believe my writing is my salvation, and if I have to clean shite for a living to keep me going so be it. Nick Cave, my patron saint once said how writing a book is a lonely endeavour. i can see it, you can't exactly simply show it to someone like a painting or film, but I never thought my family would be jumping off my ship as well.
This post has taken an ugly, depressing turn. I swear next time I'll return with some funny :D Until then,
Be seeing you...