My oh MY. I loved the idea of a journal, the idea of capturing all the rambling thoughts that wander through my head. But now I find myself questioning what is appropriate to put to history. Well that sounds a bit lofty, I guess I dont know whether to catalog every daily event, the highlights of my weeks and months, or just to ramble. But I think of what to put down, and it all seems a bit tangenty. Hehehe I love made up words. I know my mind wanders a lot! And it is even more evident as I write this all down. I will try and keep everything in a timely order, but as I fail to do that in my own mind, so dont get your hopes up.
So I am a photographer, and I occasionally have a wonderful highlight, really good shoots that make me happy to do what I do. Even on the worst days, it is still better that a cubicle. I know what you are thinking, La De Da. But the reason I put this down is my life is polar opposite of all of my old friends, and I feel the gulf growing between my friends that have regular 9 to 5 type jobs, and me. Does anyone else think that working you butt of all year just to get a two week respite from the horrible horrible grind of daily existence is a bit crazy? Ok here is a sample of what I am talking about:
Me: Hola bubba, whatcha doing?
Buddy: Watching the tube, what are you doing?
Me: Just got done shooting here in NY, getting ready to hop a plane back to Sea-Town.
Buddy: Really.. wow ummmmm. How was that?
Me: A blast! The gal I was working with was wonderful and NY defiantly kicked my ass. I dont think my liver will ever be the same.
Buddy: Cool. Well I gotta get up early, I guess Ill let you go.
AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!
Ok I just realized how stupid this all sounds. Poor me for having fun, what a sorry person I am to get to travel and play and enjoy. But I miss my friends!! I miss the long conversations about nothing in particular, hell even the quiet times where we just enjoy each others presence. When did we get too old to sit and have coffee all night long? When did we grow up?
Ok mid-life crisis aside, does anyone have old friends, that over the years your lives have changed so much, that you find yourselves almost too far apart?
So I am a photographer, and I occasionally have a wonderful highlight, really good shoots that make me happy to do what I do. Even on the worst days, it is still better that a cubicle. I know what you are thinking, La De Da. But the reason I put this down is my life is polar opposite of all of my old friends, and I feel the gulf growing between my friends that have regular 9 to 5 type jobs, and me. Does anyone else think that working you butt of all year just to get a two week respite from the horrible horrible grind of daily existence is a bit crazy? Ok here is a sample of what I am talking about:
Me: Hola bubba, whatcha doing?
Buddy: Watching the tube, what are you doing?
Me: Just got done shooting here in NY, getting ready to hop a plane back to Sea-Town.
Buddy: Really.. wow ummmmm. How was that?
Me: A blast! The gal I was working with was wonderful and NY defiantly kicked my ass. I dont think my liver will ever be the same.
Buddy: Cool. Well I gotta get up early, I guess Ill let you go.
AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!
Ok I just realized how stupid this all sounds. Poor me for having fun, what a sorry person I am to get to travel and play and enjoy. But I miss my friends!! I miss the long conversations about nothing in particular, hell even the quiet times where we just enjoy each others presence. When did we get too old to sit and have coffee all night long? When did we grow up?
Ok mid-life crisis aside, does anyone have old friends, that over the years your lives have changed so much, that you find yourselves almost too far apart?