So recently, a fairly well-known googleganger of mine (actor in a touring show) added me as a friend on Facebook. I was excited because this is the person with www.myname.com(!!!). Anyway, he’s been tagging photos of himself using my name. I keep getting emails saying that someone has commented on a photo of me, only to check it out and see that the photo is not of me and is, in fact, of some random guys on vacation.
It’s like I have a second exciting life that occurs while I’m sleeping…
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It’s time to make decisions and commit to them. I’ve been saying this since high school but have always been able to get away without committing to anything. I’m a pro at taking the path of least resistance, at giving up on anything that might take a little effort, at recognizing quickly the possibility of failure, at getting going before the going gets tough. I am also quite adept at deciding I never truly cared about that which was unceremoniously abandoned.
“If I did care,” I’ll say, “then I’ll get back to it eventually, won’t I?” I’ll go back to school. I’ll try living abroad. I’ll do something creative and productive with my incredible amount of free time.
It makes me sick to think that I could be so wasteful and lazy as I’ve been lucky. But isn’t that a recurring dilemma of the contemporary middle class?How do we deal with our historically (and globally) unprecedented privilege and the nagging procrastination stemming from the easy conclusion that our lives are fine the way they are? I suppose my life is fine just the way that it is. I guess I have to decide if “fine” is what I want (and it is a completely valid option).
(FYI: This post is tagged “quarterlife crisis, whining, get a life”.)
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