An Angsty Depressive blog post from last year

THe internet is the future means of income and “career” for everyone I believe. That’s why it’s so difficult for kids these days to tell their parents what they want to be when they grow up these days; because 90% of offline jobs are wack as fuck now. Print journalism? Over. News reporter? News doesn’t exist anymore it’s just brainwash. Doctor? Oh you mean you want to be a plastic surgeon and make hella guap off 17 year old Beverly Hills High School girls’ boob jobs? Lawyer? Oh you just wanna learn to lie and fight laws that are unjust to begin with? Everything is played out. So we must create the new. Why would you want to make $40,000 a year teaching bratty ass high school kids when you could make $70,000 a year vlogging off youtube? The internet is creating new jobs, new niches that have been needed for forever. Completely the opposite of the old-world offline jobs/careers. I’ve worked 5 different full time positions at different retail/restaurant companies while in college (undertones of LOL at kids who say they can only do college full time, that work is too much to handle on top), and haven’t enjoyed any of them. What struck me about this realisation recently, was i was talking to coworkers at my current job, randomly on a down day, and they were all, “man i just can’t believe this is my job i just love it so much!”. I looked at them, looked at the floor, looked at my hands, then shuddered with disbelief. You like this? I thought to myself. You like being treated like a little robot that gets all its buttons pressed all day while dispensing weed and advice for near minimum wage? I don’t particularly enjoy it. It takes it out of me. I like my coworkers, but I want to be left alone to create, to make. I don’t want to be consumed by people telling me that the price on something i didn’t even set the price on is too high. It’s time for me to stack bread for me. Oh Taylor well if you just stick it out you’ll get a raise and more money eventually so stop whining and complaining! Fuck off mang! Oh i will get 75 cents more an hour if i put in ridiculous amounts of more work and run myself out of steam while ridding my immune system of energy through overwork and stress all for that extra 75 fucking cents wOOOFUCKINHOO! lol
I’m an artist and always have been, it’s just taken me a long while of existing in non-artist-world to realise how much i hate it. I’m a very self contained person who operates on a simple level. I’m not trying to become some internet billionaire tycoon, i just want to earn enough money to be wake up and comfortably get to work expressing myself to the world every single day with no fear or worry. Short one but i gotta go to work. Peace and Love , have a good day People!