I hate when people claim they’re graphic designers but post other peoples work and have a website that they didn’t make but edit color.
I hate when people claim to be photographers but they just own a canon, but don’t even know how to change the iso nor know what an iso is.
I hate when people claim to be “re-touchers” or “photoshoppers” but all they can do is blur the skin or make it contrasty.
I hate when people claim to be “writers” but they don’t have shit to say, at all.
We all have dreams, I wanted to be an astronaut but you don’t see me saying I am when clearly I have no time clocked in on the moon. Visiting NASA doesn’t make me one either. Art is the new fashion, the new trend. Artists don’t get paid shit, they have to get use to being poor, somedays they cash in 5000 a week, other days 5 dollars. You get drained, you get uninspired, and you drive yourself insane. Having the title may seem like a panty dropper, but living the actual life.. no.
Its irritating, I can be guilty of it just as much as the next person, but I’m in it, it’s already making me poor - But I love it.. but seeing people with half ass talent let alone no passion at all for it, you’re making it a joke. And I don’t respect that at all.
I come in to my science of light class 20 minutes early, hand in my take home test to an empty desk (my professor was in the hallway on the phone) and I notice the tumblr dashboard on his laptop this is the conversation I have with my mind
KC: OH HAI! HE’S FOLLOWING SWEETHOMESTYLE TOO! Mind: wait kc… why is he on tumblr KC: he’s on….. tumblr? … HE’S ON TUMBLR?! Mind: fml.
But instead of just deleting my account and hiding in the abyss. I’m now intrigued about what he’s blogging about. Does he hate his job? Does he blog about us? How much he hates our class? Does he have a wife? a 20yr old girlfriend? Does he think shawshank redemption is the greatest movie ever? All these questions I want to be answered.
We always look at our teachers/professors like they’re not even human, more like aliens (case in point in Men In Black when will smith finds out his teacher really is an alien) or even more so robots. We can’t imagine them doing regular life routines, well In my case I can’t - then you throw me in there with he’s a blogger and it’s a big mind fuck. Tumblr damn you for putting me in this position, one hand I want to get my blues clues on, and the other I want to pretend it never happened.. oh the saga.
I know what I want from a partner, I know someone that is capable of giving it to me, but - I just don’t want to be involved with anyone. It’s been awhile since kato & I broke up, it was a great 2-3 year relationship and we are best friends. We hang out on the weekends, and I go on dates during the week, but I guess I just don’t desire anybody. I don’t desire to be in a relationship with somebody giving them my 100% time, focus, effort, and patience. I’m stingy.
I use to always hate being alone, I got lonely whenever I saw people ‘Inlove’ and all boo’ed up. Now I don’t even see those people, pay them no mind, and I’m completely happy being by myself. People are desperate to want a girlfriend or boyfriend, to the point of making it their top prioritiy, but I’m sorry - I could careless to have one. I can have sex when I want it, I can get intimacy when needed, and I will never go to a movie alone. I am okay with never being claimed as somebodies girlfriend. I don’t have the sweet nothings to tend to your woes, and I’m pretty sure my grouchiness will overlap my niceness. But atleast i’m honest, i’d rather have my arm cut off then be involved in a relationshit right now.
As I windle my way through resumes, business cards, cover letters, and reference pages..
I realize, I hate being a grown up. One of my last classes for me to graduate is this hard iron fist of being Professional. Get a professional email, professional voicemail, professional business card, professional cover letter, PROFESSIONAL PROFESSIONAL PROFESSIONAL! I sit in the class with my laptop that has stickers all over it like it was a bombed up 80s NY subway car with my hair in 2 different colors, tattoos placed in visible places, and an “I Heart Boobies” rubberband around my wrist - and realize, this just is not going to happen.
I stayed up til 7am working on a resume to make it flawless, just for a rough draft where my professor will butcher it like Freddy, and hand it back to me along with my self esteem. I have to have 9 client references, just trying to get them back from people is like trying to get in some Q&A time with God. People went around in my class asking what they wanted to do in their field; “Work for GQ, Vouge, Sports Illustrated, Harpers, Become a fashion/editorial photographer.” When it came to my side, my honesty couldn’t be contained; “I just want to photograph skateboarders, surfers, and musicians. Thats it.” and he looked at me like I told him I wanted to solve world peace. I’m sorry, I don’t know shit about fashion - I don’t know what the trends are, I don’t even like taking pictures of females.. I like other things. So trying to tie in those aspects of what I want to do in a professional manner when the industry is laid back and one big kid, it seems like an oxymoron to come off professional.
Anyways, thats my rant atleast. I have to write a research paper on the job I want, continue crying over my resume, and figure out what logo I want as a cover letter - followed up by me pounding my head on my sink. I need to get out of college man..