“Sell a man a fish, he eats for a day, teach a man how to fish, you ruin a wonderful business opportunity.”
– Karl Marx
One day I was looking down at my feet clad in flip flops. What was the first thought going through my mind? The front intersects my toes like a thong intersects butt cheeks. And then I continued with this thought process:
– Four toes equal one butt cheek and a thumb toe equals the other butt cheek.
– The left butt cheek is a lot…wider…than the right butt cheek.
– The flip flop’s sole is the front of a panty.
– What did I just waste three minutes of my life on?
– I need to go put this on WordPress.
In no particular order, I present to you a series of conversations (that actually happened) that will make most, if not all, vegetarians consider murder:
I get a lot of disappointing and frustrated looks from my parents. When I have no clue what I am doing with my life nor do I have any concrete idea where I want to be, it is quite frustrating to answer questions like “So, what are you doing right now?” It will be equally mortifying if I say “I don’t know.” So I lied.
“I’m learning photo editing in Photoshop and Illustrator.”
“Oh, so how’s that helping with your marketing goals?”
“Well, I was thinking about going into the graphic design field.”
“I thought you wanted to do advertising.”
“That didn’t work out and really it’s interesting to see how I can transform one image into something else. I really like doing this.”
“How are you going to turn this into a career. You need a really good portfolio and you just started this. You can’t just stay at home the whole time.” *frowning in disapproval*
“I’m not just staying at home being lazy! I’m doing stuff.”
“Why are you blogging? You should focus on one thing. Why are you blogging?”
“I thought about becoming a copywriter.”
“I thought you want to be a graphic designer?”
This is the gist of the conversation…between my brother and I. Not my parents. In my opinion, when the age difference between siblings is in the double digits, that is the only time a sibling can go parental on their younger sibling’s hiney. I realize (digression: this word is annoying) that he is trying to help but it is so frustrating to not have a set path when he’s completely settled in his and being successful. I envy that comfort, that stability.
Initially, I was gung ho on advertising. After months of interviews and “I’m sorry, the position has been filled,” I decided to change gears. I suddenly realized (…) I had loved my multimedia course in my freshmen year and perhaps I should refresh my Photoshop skills. I’m going to be a graphic designer! When it took me about a week to transform an image, my efforts were less than mediocre. Of course I knew Photoshop was not going to be a cakewalk, but a week?! And I’ll need a portfolio to apply for any graphic design position. That’ll take forever! However, I did not give up this time but I did start working on a second option. I would be a copywriter and thus this blog was born. I’m hoping it will help awaken my creativity that has died a horrible death due to stagnation.
I love writing. I have always loved writing. So why hadn’t I thought to incorporate this in a career? As they (who are these people?) say, better late than never. It is one of the best decisions of my very short life. This time, I won’t be discouraged if I don’t land a job in five months and I’ll still be living with my parents and still giving the same embarrassing answer to “So, what are you doing right now?” and I’ll still see my parent’s less than proud faces. I won’t give up. I can’t give up.