Growing pains
Its funny, I always assumed, without really thinking about it, that people grow up year by year. You get more mature and wise as the years tick past. But the reality of it is that you just bumble along until something comes into your life and forces you to wake up and smell the Mortgage in a rather rough and rude sort of way. You grow up all at once.
I think i may have to do this. Ive always pretty much shied away from the whole 'adult thing'. You know, being serious about a job and thinking like older people and planning for retirement, considering RSP's or ISA's. Possibly ive avoided all that because im pretty crap at that sort of thing.
Im facing a decision. Next monday I will know whether or not a life changing job will be offered to me. Its a very big decision as it involves moving back to Canada, calgary to be precise.
Of course if i dont get the job the choice is nonexistent and i stay where i am. But if it is offered to me, then i have to really sit down and think very hard about pros and cons and future security and standards of living and blah blah blah! SEE!? old people stuff!!
My emotional chronology has been as rocky as ... a really rocky thing. back in may i was mostly convinced i should run with proverbial tail between legs and hide hide hide. course thats never a really good way to deal with life is it... it always finds you and is usually as pissed as a fatass cop whos had to chase you 3 blocks. After i got back from canada and saw all my friends and chilled i gained a little perspective. I also got rejected by a girl... in pretty much the nicest way ive ever been rejected... that makes it sound like thats happened alot... fair enough.
anyways as the drama unfolds, i reckon staying is better than going... i have the luxury in my position to make art alot. i wouldnt in canada. ive still got a few things to mull over and i think i might take a weekend off in cornwall, sit on the beach, watch the waves and really get down to serious thinking and decision making stuff. either that or ill hit on some surfer chick. or mebbe 2.
I really need to start a real life... ive been practically living out of my suitcase for 4 months... and its time i settle. As comfy as they are... inflatable mattresses dont instill a sense of security and solid character in a woman. nor does the lack of any furniture whatsoever... and i would actually like to have a woman whos keen on being with me for a change. how novel.
well, thats the lowdown in a gisty sort of way. if you have any further questions ill be happy to answer then in detail if you ask. :P
cheers
p
I think i may have to do this. Ive always pretty much shied away from the whole 'adult thing'. You know, being serious about a job and thinking like older people and planning for retirement, considering RSP's or ISA's. Possibly ive avoided all that because im pretty crap at that sort of thing.
Im facing a decision. Next monday I will know whether or not a life changing job will be offered to me. Its a very big decision as it involves moving back to Canada, calgary to be precise.
Of course if i dont get the job the choice is nonexistent and i stay where i am. But if it is offered to me, then i have to really sit down and think very hard about pros and cons and future security and standards of living and blah blah blah! SEE!? old people stuff!!
My emotional chronology has been as rocky as ... a really rocky thing. back in may i was mostly convinced i should run with proverbial tail between legs and hide hide hide. course thats never a really good way to deal with life is it... it always finds you and is usually as pissed as a fatass cop whos had to chase you 3 blocks. After i got back from canada and saw all my friends and chilled i gained a little perspective. I also got rejected by a girl... in pretty much the nicest way ive ever been rejected... that makes it sound like thats happened alot... fair enough.
anyways as the drama unfolds, i reckon staying is better than going... i have the luxury in my position to make art alot. i wouldnt in canada. ive still got a few things to mull over and i think i might take a weekend off in cornwall, sit on the beach, watch the waves and really get down to serious thinking and decision making stuff. either that or ill hit on some surfer chick. or mebbe 2.
I really need to start a real life... ive been practically living out of my suitcase for 4 months... and its time i settle. As comfy as they are... inflatable mattresses dont instill a sense of security and solid character in a woman. nor does the lack of any furniture whatsoever... and i would actually like to have a woman whos keen on being with me for a change. how novel.
well, thats the lowdown in a gisty sort of way. if you have any further questions ill be happy to answer then in detail if you ask. :P
cheers
p
posted by Marcus Dunning at 8:47 am
2 Comments:
the burning questions are:
what is the job in cowtown?
have you ever sat next to a guy checking out naked men on the internet in an internet cafe?
what about a guy making inappropriate sexual jokes on your 9 hr overseas flight?
what is your worst transit experience?
the job in cowtown is for an Art Technician position.. good money too.
Never had a dood make inappropriate sexual jokes on a plane... in a bar yes... and in Bath, Somerset... yes! wouldnt mind a chick making them tho! hehe
And i cant say i have seen anyone check out porn gay or otherwise in a net cafe either... lucky me!
My worst flight was seriously cattle class... im not a tall guy but even my knees were cramped... AND i had a very large woman who smelled very bad beside me... blocking the aisle... AND a freaking newborn 2 rows up... SCREAMING for the entire 9 hours... i drank alot.
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