I like to think that somewhere there’s the perfect job for me, something with creative freedom where I don’t have to deal with too many people and I can make my own hours.
I like to think that this job isn’t worth the effort it takes to find it.
I turn 30 today– what a wonderful gift to remind me that I’m not alone in my feelings of utter inadequacy to compete in the world. Thanks for your accidental present, Dorothy.
I like to draw and I can make curry. I can play the clarinet and competitive Pokemon and I can carve a pumpkin and beat a pickle and patch an electrical cord. But what I really want to do is direct.
Oh come on, girl. Your weak enthusiasm is pretty cute, but let’s cut to the part where you build a 4-story hamster cage and bring people from five different counties to watch Woodchip run a mile of plastic tubes.
As for me…I’m going to raise my own army of digi-tatoes with a computer mind-game the likes of which earth has never seeeeeen! And then I’ll swap everyone’s players with their polar opposites on the tatersphere and watch them wriggle in awkwardness…(of course sending half of the proceeds to the survivors of the coming catastrophe upon the small, forgotten country of Blarkovinschia)
i like to write and i can make delicious rice and legume dishes. i can design knit and crocheted items. i can read music. i take good photos at concerts. i can change a diaper on a wiggling baby and nurse standing up on a busy streetcorner. i can explain how to write an essay in a dozen different ways. i’m an intermediate ATS belly dancer.
so why is it so hard to believe that any of it matters?
This was a program at our school — where you had your IALAC (I am Loving and Caring) and each time someone hurt your feelings they “tore” off a piece of your ialac.
I miss the good old days. If you had feelings of inadequacy, you merely drank until you were blind. Blotto-therapy. Nowadays everyone just cries into their pillow, gobbles Zoloft and Wellbutrin like a toddler in a candy factory and tries like hell to fit into some odd social mold. You lot and your IALAC. Get some damn bourbon and drink it out like your grandpappy!
The funny thing is, I’m good with technology and philosophy and language and all these apparently required skills in the modern world…
…yet every time I see someone catch and gut a fish for dinner or make their own pickles or shoot a deer and butcher it and have near-free meat for six months, I feel inadequate. (I can sort of grow vegetables though. And raising chickens can’t be that hard. You just stick them in their little cage-thingy and feed them and give them water and eventually they make eggs, right? It’s probably harder than that.)
And then I remember how there’s laws that say you’re not allowed to fish here and here, and how most people won’t let you go hunting on their property anymore even if you’re hunting feral animals that are stealing the livestock feed or digging up the ground anyway, and how the local council won’t let anyone keep chickens because they’re somehow more of a nuisance than dogs that won’t shut up at 3am.
We’re going to need a deity if there’s ever a zombie apocalypse.
January 22, 2010
Drawing, making wry observations.
January 22, 2010
Ditto….
::sigh::
January 22, 2010
Holla back, Girl.
January 22, 2010
‘My IALAC shield will protect me!’
January 22, 2010
My life story.
January 22, 2010
I like to think that somewhere there’s the perfect job for me, something with creative freedom where I don’t have to deal with too many people and I can make my own hours.
I like to think that this job isn’t worth the effort it takes to find it.
January 22, 2010
Slouching. Girl needs a chiropractor or some yoga so bad.
January 22, 2010
I turn 30 today– what a wonderful gift to remind me that I’m not alone in my feelings of utter inadequacy to compete in the world. Thanks for your accidental present, Dorothy.
January 22, 2010
Thanks for the lighthouse.
January 22, 2010
This is simply wonderful. I resonate with this to the nth degree.
January 22, 2010
Mmmmmmmmmm… lemon squares…
January 23, 2010
I like to draw and I can make curry. I can play the clarinet and competitive Pokemon and I can carve a pumpkin and beat a pickle and patch an electrical cord. But what I really want to do is direct.
January 23, 2010
she is almost so determined.
January 23, 2010
Oh come on, girl. Your weak enthusiasm is pretty cute, but let’s cut to the part where you build a 4-story hamster cage and bring people from five different counties to watch Woodchip run a mile of plastic tubes.
As for me…I’m going to raise my own army of digi-tatoes with a computer mind-game the likes of which earth has never seeeeeen! And then I’ll swap everyone’s players with their polar opposites on the tatersphere and watch them wriggle in awkwardness…(of course sending half of the proceeds to the survivors of the coming catastrophe upon the small, forgotten country of Blarkovinschia)
January 23, 2010
I unwrite books.
January 24, 2010
Are you sure you want to know? Hardly anyone is ever paid well (if at all) for what he or she is good at.
January 25, 2010
I’m good at making comparisons, I make comparisons as a tachyon makes me confused about photons.
January 25, 2010
Man, D, you’re on a roll
January 25, 2010
i like to write and i can make delicious rice and legume dishes. i can design knit and crocheted items. i can read music. i take good photos at concerts. i can change a diaper on a wiggling baby and nurse standing up on a busy streetcorner. i can explain how to write an essay in a dozen different ways. i’m an intermediate ATS belly dancer.
so why is it so hard to believe that any of it matters?
January 25, 2010
reminds me of http://catandgirl.com/?p=1534
January 25, 2010
“A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered”-Ralph Waldo Emerson
January 25, 2010
people used to think tomatoes were poisonous.
January 30, 2010
Love the subtle shifts in mood using nothing more than background changes.
February 1, 2010
IALAC!
This was a program at our school — where you had your IALAC (I am Loving and Caring) and each time someone hurt your feelings they “tore” off a piece of your ialac.
May 29, 2010
We had IALAC (lovable and capable) in our camp counselor training! I had forgotten all about that.
June 7, 2010
I miss the good old days. If you had feelings of inadequacy, you merely drank until you were blind. Blotto-therapy. Nowadays everyone just cries into their pillow, gobbles Zoloft and Wellbutrin like a toddler in a candy factory and tries like hell to fit into some odd social mold. You lot and your IALAC. Get some damn bourbon and drink it out like your grandpappy!
June 11, 2010
And the moral of the story is… you have to be good at skinning things, since that makes furry coats!
August 2, 2011
The funny thing is, I’m good with technology and philosophy and language and all these apparently required skills in the modern world…
…yet every time I see someone catch and gut a fish for dinner or make their own pickles or shoot a deer and butcher it and have near-free meat for six months, I feel inadequate. (I can sort of grow vegetables though. And raising chickens can’t be that hard. You just stick them in their little cage-thingy and feed them and give them water and eventually they make eggs, right? It’s probably harder than that.)
And then I remember how there’s laws that say you’re not allowed to fish here and here, and how most people won’t let you go hunting on their property anymore even if you’re hunting feral animals that are stealing the livestock feed or digging up the ground anyway, and how the local council won’t let anyone keep chickens because they’re somehow more of a nuisance than dogs that won’t shut up at 3am.
We’re going to need a deity if there’s ever a zombie apocalypse.
January 20, 2014
The secret isn’t being good at something. One can achieve success being -bad- at something if one is dedicated enough, and can draw a crowd.