Everybody’s leaving, it seems. I might be too. I don’t want to, honestly. But there is a Big Important Job down in New York City that might save my life if I let it. Last week I spent five days agonizing over which variant of Trade Gothic to use on my résumé; then I had a dream Thursday night about a fucked-up two-column format that I was so sickeningly proud of that I actually applied with it.

I was watching a speech recently in which the author of Stumbling Upon Happiness was describing the phenomenon of preferring the outcome of an irreversible choice after the decision more than before it — describing this phenomenon as being intuitive. Am I alone or don’t a lot of people work precisely the opposite way? When I choose something irreversibly, it becomes worse in my eyes than its alternatives. Maybe just a symptom of chronic pessimism, or as I prefer to call it, hard-boiled realism.

Anyway, every minute that passes since I sent in that résumé is more excruciating and remorseful than the last. Sad to say if I get the job, it’ll be the first one that “counts,” the first one where I’m doing something at least peripherally related to something I actually like for the sake of liking it, like-liking it.

So I guess this is another diary-like post. I wish it were like 1999 and none of my friends were too proud to have a LiveJournal. There are some strangers’ blogs I read who have little close-knit LJ communities like that, where they just talk about shit and post pictures and then comment on each other’s posts with inside jokes and stuff. That sounds cool. In the meantime I feel bad for people who found this place Googling for Firefox tips or something then subscribed to it thinking it’s a tech blog. Sorry, this isn’t a tech blog. I don’t know what it is.

Sunday marks two years since I first listened to Ys. It’s not my favorite album or anything but it does represent the beginning of fall for me, and I meant to wait until the anniversary date to start listening to it again, but my memory failed me and I started yesterday. The details of my life.

Then again I feel like that’s what kind of happens when you get old. It’s troubling. In college things are always in flux, there’s exams and schedules and projects and decisions and deadlines. After that, if you have a steady job and live in the same place for a significant length of time, you’re just an adult consuming media. I’m naturally nostalgic, but at the same time I don’t like the idea that I’m listening to the same album on precisely the same street at precisely the same time that I was 720 days ago. Or, rather, that I haven’t changed since then. Even my creative outlets are routine and predictable.

I’ve been living in this city for almost three consecutive years, I think the longest I’ve lived in any one place in my adult life. I’ve moved from Illinois to Massachusetts to Ohio and back to Massachusetts again. I feel like I need to squeeze in one more major change before I hit 30, which will happen in just over two years.

I remember reading a long time ago about Andy Warhol saying he likes being in a rut. It’s little consolation.

One Reply to “bye”

  1. katie t. says:

    It’s fun to read about other people’s lives. I have a couple blogs I’ve found that are partially personal, and partially other stuff. I think it works really well to not just specialize in one thing.

    I hope you get the job.

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