What's next? It's a question that plagues us all. It stalks us everywhere we go. People ask this question when someone finishes school, quits their job, moves into a new house, or even a new city. I feel like the only person who doesn't ask this question enough is the person going through the changes in their life. I think we all make decisions with plans of the outcome, or even just going by our gut feeling. I don't believe most of us really sit down and ask what's next?
I finished school under the impression that I would end up a public relations powerhouse. I would have this mid-twenties amazing lifestyle and travel the world. The "what's next" I never thought of? How would I pay my student loan? How come I wasn't entitled to receive this amazing salary that I had previously envisioned? All that aside, its still not those questions that plague my life.
My "what's next" is deciding what path I want to be on. Where will I call home or am I done furthering my education? People look at the schooling I do have and assume I'm a bit of an overachiever for not feeling accomplished enough, or successful enough. I get asked a lot if I think this degree, or that degree. Do I need to get my masters? If they aren't asking me questions about my school plans. I am filled with why do I want to move questions, or why would I consider moving to whatever place I may have mentioned in conversation.
We spend a lot of time worrying about other people and what they will do next. I suppose its human nature to be curious about others. If it wasn't, then we wouldn't have tabloid magazines, books, television shows or so called "reality TV". I don't understand all the questions to life, certainly I don't have the answers to my own life, but I do understand that I have to decide "what's next?"
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Remember when...
You've seen all those emails, the nostalgic ones that take you back to a specific decade... You were born in the 80s if... etc. Yes they are humorous, they even give you the need to automatically hit forward and send it off to whomever it is that you think will laugh as hard as you did.
I've always wondered how email chains get started. Is it some lonely human being sitting in their basement one night compiling information into a document? Do they disguise it as an email they may have already received, so that no one realizes they birthed the spam being read?
How's this for a remember when... remember when people TOLD jokes or stories? You picked up the phone to tell your bff, mom or bf, the funny thing you saw or heard today? Now, it's all about emails and text messages. I guess this post is like the pot calling the kettle black, I could have picked up the phone and told someone this thought, but I chose to write a blog. So here is my question for the day, are you ready to TELL someone a story? Or, are you content with the loss of human touch we all seem so satisfied with?
I've always wondered how email chains get started. Is it some lonely human being sitting in their basement one night compiling information into a document? Do they disguise it as an email they may have already received, so that no one realizes they birthed the spam being read?
How's this for a remember when... remember when people TOLD jokes or stories? You picked up the phone to tell your bff, mom or bf, the funny thing you saw or heard today? Now, it's all about emails and text messages. I guess this post is like the pot calling the kettle black, I could have picked up the phone and told someone this thought, but I chose to write a blog. So here is my question for the day, are you ready to TELL someone a story? Or, are you content with the loss of human touch we all seem so satisfied with?
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Art of Celebrity
It used to be that if you wanted to be rich and famous, you worked for it. I mean, you genuinely worked for it. Actors and actresses worked pitiful jobs while they slaved endlessly trying to get their big break. Powerful CEOs started by working as the office temp and even if you came from money, that money was earned.
Now the word celebrity is defined as: I drank a lot on TV, threw up, had sex and for some reason EVERYONE is obsessed with me. Don't get me wrong, I am a victim of reality TV. The trashier the better. I've been known to watch endless hours of Jersey Shore, the Real World and countless others that I will not name. What I'm getting at is... how come it's so easy to become rich and famous? Is it the vast realm of social media that has popped up? Is it that humanity has ceased to demand that people work for acknowledgement?
I've also wondered if being a celebrity really is this easy? I've thought, hey.... I know some people with some pretty awesome cameras. What if I walked into West Edmonton Mall one day, surrounded by an adoring entourage and had my "paparazzi" scream my name and demand my photograph with every step I took?
How long do you think it would take for my "celebrity" to be born?
Now the word celebrity is defined as: I drank a lot on TV, threw up, had sex and for some reason EVERYONE is obsessed with me. Don't get me wrong, I am a victim of reality TV. The trashier the better. I've been known to watch endless hours of Jersey Shore, the Real World and countless others that I will not name. What I'm getting at is... how come it's so easy to become rich and famous? Is it the vast realm of social media that has popped up? Is it that humanity has ceased to demand that people work for acknowledgement?
I've also wondered if being a celebrity really is this easy? I've thought, hey.... I know some people with some pretty awesome cameras. What if I walked into West Edmonton Mall one day, surrounded by an adoring entourage and had my "paparazzi" scream my name and demand my photograph with every step I took?
How long do you think it would take for my "celebrity" to be born?
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