check your sugarcoat at the door

Dear WordPress,
I’m not cranking out award winning books and saving animals on the side, donning a purple cape, like ten-year-old me thought I would be doing by my mid-twenties. Who-da thunk. Ten-year-old me had pretty high expectations of future me.

I’m getting a grip on this life thing, as a pseudo-pretend-adult, with a stunning blue-eyed, first-grader-sidekick in tow. While I navigate through Orange County traffuck, pull off the forty hour work week pushing paper and making friends, squeeze in the occasional college course & happy hour and do my damn best to maintain the reverence for humanity I’ve SOMEHOW developed in this monster-sized, cruel world, I write. A lot. Way more than is posted here at calamityjill.com. I write because: this. More or less. Mostly more.

And this: “God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.” – Tyler Durden, Fight Club

Though I find this be a hard-assed truth with a capital T, I pay money toward a prescription that makes me see it with a little more optimism than Mr. Durden.

If I don’t reach out into the wide world, I’ll never close my hand around anything that comes close to defining this craziness we call living or motivating me to keep doing it.

I’ve caught some kick ass shit and some incredible people.

Also of note, I collect argyle socks and dark chocolate is life.

-Calamity Jill