I'm not sure how many blogs I've started with the sentiment, 'I don't think anyone reads this', but it's how I'll be starting this one and most likely how I'll start the remainder of the blogs I post on SG. It feels a bit silly to start off any other way, not to mention in general I'm pretty o.k. with that fact. Strangely this is the only blog I maintain with any slight regularity.
Having now been rejected by branches of the military, grad school, and even internships on quaint farms in New York, I'm accepting that the most expedient way to get out of Daytona Beach and my awful job here is to do so entirely on my own. This past year at home has lead me to the cynical belief that the world in general is not quite the reasonable place I had once hoped it would be. At my current job for example, no matter how hard I try to simply concentrate on my work and keep every one else at arm's length, my name still seems to come up in their petty disagreements and other dramatic goings on ("Ace took credit for MY sale", "Ace doesn't do anything around here!", "Well, if Ace hadn't of done that, everything would be ok now!" and for the record 9 out of 10 times I have nothing to do with whatever the problem is). Along with this, it seems most of my friends in the area are not as friendly and compassionate as they made themselves out to be and from what I hear, even grad school (which I had always pictured as a shining kingdom of reasonability) is fraught with silly disagreements. It may sound overly self-righteous of me, but it's not easy to accept that most people revert to a first grade mentality when confronted with interpersonal friction. This is partially why I've decided to leave Florida, because I'm choosing to believe that somewhere, beyond the Mason-Dixon line, there are greener pastures with nicer people...and better music.
The hard part now is deciding where to go. Here is where I must bow to my own unreasonable nature, as my first instinct was to start browsing apartments in NYC, where everything awesome lives forever. I guess I just figured that no matter what I found myself interested in in the future, I would be able to find it there. Thus far, the few family and friends I've mentioned this idea to have provided generic support and a few alternative suggestions. Montreal and Seattle are the two alternatives that have really caught my eye, and from what I've seen they're both considerably more affordable than New York. We'll have to see what happens though I guess. Right now just the very idea of living in a place where things actually happen blows my mind.
Having now been rejected by branches of the military, grad school, and even internships on quaint farms in New York, I'm accepting that the most expedient way to get out of Daytona Beach and my awful job here is to do so entirely on my own. This past year at home has lead me to the cynical belief that the world in general is not quite the reasonable place I had once hoped it would be. At my current job for example, no matter how hard I try to simply concentrate on my work and keep every one else at arm's length, my name still seems to come up in their petty disagreements and other dramatic goings on ("Ace took credit for MY sale", "Ace doesn't do anything around here!", "Well, if Ace hadn't of done that, everything would be ok now!" and for the record 9 out of 10 times I have nothing to do with whatever the problem is). Along with this, it seems most of my friends in the area are not as friendly and compassionate as they made themselves out to be and from what I hear, even grad school (which I had always pictured as a shining kingdom of reasonability) is fraught with silly disagreements. It may sound overly self-righteous of me, but it's not easy to accept that most people revert to a first grade mentality when confronted with interpersonal friction. This is partially why I've decided to leave Florida, because I'm choosing to believe that somewhere, beyond the Mason-Dixon line, there are greener pastures with nicer people...and better music.
The hard part now is deciding where to go. Here is where I must bow to my own unreasonable nature, as my first instinct was to start browsing apartments in NYC, where everything awesome lives forever. I guess I just figured that no matter what I found myself interested in in the future, I would be able to find it there. Thus far, the few family and friends I've mentioned this idea to have provided generic support and a few alternative suggestions. Montreal and Seattle are the two alternatives that have really caught my eye, and from what I've seen they're both considerably more affordable than New York. We'll have to see what happens though I guess. Right now just the very idea of living in a place where things actually happen blows my mind.
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and thanks. i wasn't gonna tell anyone about it, so nothing was expected of me.... i'm so nervous!