The time has come.
Doomsday. The 25th hour. The Last Judgment. And…
The calm before the storm. On that note, it’s pretty appropriate that throughout the day it looked like it was going to downpour. Why so bleak, you ask? There’s only one answer for that:
I start work tomorrow.
I suppose I can’t really complain. For a solid fourteen months, I lived the dream. I worked as little as possible, scraped up just enough money to pay for my social life… and had plenty of fun.
And yet, I should have known; I’m just too good at what I do to not gain full-time employment. Tomorrow starts a new chapter of my life. I had a good run.
But at the end of the day… one must conform to society. No matter how long we try to cling to our childhood; no matter how long we pretend that we are still immature adolescents who just want to have fun… sooner or later you’ll come to the realization: The world is a bitch.
Not that I’m exactly dreading the fact that I begin work tomorrow. I was fortunate to get a job doing something that I enjoy. I’m excited to make some money, meet new people, and impress the world with my talents. The only thing I do dread is having to wake up at 8:00 AM. Yikes.
However, this should not be a time for sadness… but a time for celebration. These past fourteen months since I graduated have been wonderful. I accomplished as little as one possibly can in the span of a year, and my life has become that much better for it. But I need the new challenge.
I’d like to thank my parents, for never hassling me into seeking full-time employment. Without your eagerness to always give me money, and your questionable acceptance of me lounging around and doing nothing, none of this would have been possible.
I’d also like to thank my friends, for encouraging me to go out and drink every opportunity that they possibly could. Not that I needed much encouragement, but without you, I would have just been that weird guy that goes to bars by himself and gets drunk while rambling nonsensically to the bartender about the trials and tribulations of life. And no one likes that guy.
I’d like to thank every person that was involved with the production of every movie I’ve watched since I graduated. I lost count somewhere along the way, but I’ve probably watched somewhere around 200 movies over the past fourteen months. Is that something to brag about? You decide.
And lastly, I’d like to thank all of you guys for hanging with me as I accounted for every last detail along my adventures through life. I assure you, that while I may be a working man, the adventures will not cease. In fact, they will just get more adventurous. Without this blog, I would not be where I am today. Actually, I’d probably be sitting exactly where I am sitting right now, but I’d just be watching TV or something. But that’s not the point.
This blog has been one of the very few things that I’ve actually been consistent with in a very long time, and without all of you it would not have been the case. I now know that I can always find the time to accomplish things on a daily basis if I need to, and the fact that it’s kept me writing consistently has probably played a factor in my work. So, I thank you all once again.
I’d like to wrap up this particular post by saying a fortune cookie once told me very eloquently that “If you are happy, then you are successful.”
And that’s probably bullshit. But I thought it at least sounded cool.