In the space between the time that you’re born and the time that you’re married, it’s inevitable that you’ll experience some type of heartbreak–and probably more than once.
“In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you learn to let go?” – Buddha
It’s not the “not having a job” thing that’s freaking me out, it’s just that I’m not into living a life of frugality. I’m a Taurus, I’m a glutton. I like to be comfortable. I go to concerts, go out drinking, get brunch, take cabs. Quality of life is just as important as paying the rent, and if I can’t have fun then I can’t enjoy life.
I don’t know much — OK, anything — about foreign policy. I don’t know why we all just can’t get along, share and play nice like we were taught in kindergarten. I don’t understand why any of us think we own this planet and have any more right to one part of it than anyone else. I also don’t understand why people litter. I’m so silly.
Let me paint you a picture of my city. Main Street, Northampton. I’m assuming if you’re reading this blog, you know the city. No? It’s the liberal Mecca of the East Coast. Hampshire College and Smith College. Unshaven legs and crop tops. Ani DiFranco. Moccasins.
“At this point my body is so swollen from the heat, ankles thick and sweat dripping from my clavicle all the way down to my bellybutton, that the site of myself in the dressing room is enough to bring tears to my eyes. Sweaty tears.”
Check out the seventh installment in our Unemployment Diary series and the first contribution from Angela, who’s slowly realizing that maybe life as a starving artist isn’t as glamourous as it’s cracked up to be.
I hadn’t been on a real vacation in three years, and had never been on one in my “adult” life (aka that my parents didn’t pay for / weren’t a part of). The whole experience was amazing, but there are definitely moments that stand out as the most hilarious, awesome or bizarre.
I have to respect any group of people that have an opinion and put the energy into spreading their message (well, save for the Klu Klux Klan). But the bigger part of me can’t help but think this is just an excuse for homeless people and hippies to walk around without any jobs, shoes or purpose.
Am I the only one who thinks this Mega Millions lottery thing is getting out of hand? Last I checked the lottery amount was up to 640 Million dollars. I am sure by later this afternoon it will reach over 700. People are going insane!