A practice exercise for journalism, interview someone in the class that you weren’t “friends” with. I like that my lecturer thinks I actually have “friends”. A practice exercise for the “real deal”, practicing in an attempted to get published or exposure or something. Anyway, naturally I decided to procrastinate from said journalism assignment (posted below) by discussing this practice exercise.
To be quite frank, it scared the hell out of me. You see, doing a double degree, I am split in two. I am half as motivated, driven and successful I feel, as my colleagues doing just one degree. This person that I interviewed, it doing so much better than I, hell, the guy sitting next to me stoned off his face has a better clue about the industry than I do.
I have no connections. In either field. Both parents strictly financial, I feel rather lost attempted to forge my own path.
I feel I am not achieving or succeeding in the sightliest. This mindset being my worst enemy, feeding the twin demons of procrastination and sluggishness. And in this inacomplishment I feel empty, alone, depressed even.
How can I be so far behind?
For example, this boy, let’s call him Louie, already has a job directly in the industry, he already has his dream job. Another, let’s call her Margaret, has been contacted by a publishing company regarding a book she wants to write.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I don’t want be another suburban housewife fading into the dusty shadows; I want to be covered in glitter, shining so bright in the spotlight, that it burns peoples fucking corneas out just attempting to look in my direction.
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