It is that time of year where college students venture out into the world and get wasted. I, however, am here in Denver. Not that Denver is a bad place, it's just home and the norm.
Money is more than a little frustrating in my life. It's hard to realize that what I do and how I can live is limited. Not that I want more stuff, oh contrair, I live for throwing useless things away. When I drive myself to Chicago later this year, if it doesn't fit in my '95 corolla, it doesn't come. Simplify, simplify, simplify.
The bummer comes when friends are involved. I can accept that I don't have the income to go out too often, but it's always hard to realize that I can't foster my friendships because I can't afford to. It will only get worse as I start paying more and more of my own bills.
On the other hand, a huge part of me romanticizes that 'starving artist' image. Studio apartment, working a crappy job just to sustain. There is a beautiful aesthetic to that whole situation. Sacrificing for your passion. People don't perform because it makes them tons of money. They make art because they have to.
I just need to meet more people with a savings account under $500. Then I'm covered.
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