Ready. Set. Sail!
Oh man. I’m ALL out of sorts. I really honestly don’t know what to do with my life. I’ve been praying long and hard to the Angel of Fucks to show up and give me some. Lord knows he has a lot of fucks to give! I’m not giving any at the moment. But he is busy. And I’m not. And this whole “soul-searching” thing is really getting me bogged down.
How did my life end up like this? I had it all figured out. Meet a boy. Go to college. Get my degree in the sciences. Get married. Have a great career. Have kids. Retire. Die.
Boy does bipolar throw a wrench in your plans!!! God damn. And….I’m not asking for advice although I’m open to some…I don’t need pity.
It’s not that I can’t do anything; I just haven’t found my passion. To be honest, for you guys that read my latest Life Story post (last chance before I publish Part 2!!), I wanted to be an artist. I did. I had a real passion for it and I was good at it! But my parents you’ll later find out, said that there was no money in art and forced me to go into science. Which I’m essentially not interested in at the moment. I’m burnt out. It’s a lot of long hours and mental work. It’s rewarding obviously but…meh. I’ve just never been passionate about it and I don’t want to just get a job and hate going into work. I can’t tell you how many times I skipped going into work the last 6 months because I just didn’t have any motivation. That was on days I wasn’t having Depression! And the job was one of the best I’ve seen. I had a magnificent, caring boss and a lot of flexibility and great pay. So why wasn’t I happy with it?
Oh well. So that’s me right now. I am looking into something right now I’d rather not mention on here to preserve my identity and the company’s but it seems great. So crossing my fingers. I just hate staying at home all day. I want to do SOMETHING to pass the time.
Or I could be a prostitute. I’m hypersexual right now so that could pay off with some serious cash! Woot woot! What would my name be? Beth? Bertha? Mandy? Carol? Destiny maybe? Or Glitter Tits? Nah that’s trashy. How about Satan’s Cunt? Too harsh. Penis Pillows (The Dragon gave me that idea. He is an old friend of mine who is pretty fucked up in the head :-P)? Oh I know! Golden Goddess. Cool!
Now I just need a pimp. Currently accepting any and all resumes in the comments below. Most creative wins a prize! Please no pics for Christ’s sake!