A Generic Blog Post
Someone I had no issues with unfollowed me on Instagram and kicked me off their account as well. This is an ex-work-related person, so I assume this happened as I left in a rain of fire without me noticing until now. I find it funny because the last thing this person told me was, “Be nice to the customers.” Have I ever not been nice to a customer? This supervisor watched me for 15 months, and I never had a single issue. Not until I made it very clear I didn’t like the workplace. My inner feelings never changed, but suddenly — only because I expressed them — I may not be nice to a customer?
I couldn’t care less about this Instagram situation, but it’s only making me think about people such as why someone would distance themself from me like that. I’m “friends” with my supervisor’s supervisor’s supervisor. Surely that counts for something. (I intend for that to be sarcastic (look what a great writer I am using parenthesis like this)).
In other news, I cleaned out a nice, old fountain pen from 2016 and tested my ink from so long ago. It’s drying now, but it will be fun to use. I attended an open house twice to talk to a real estate agent and see the apartment. He’s going to come evaluate my apartment soon, then I’ll make an offer. My writing group is restarting on Friday, I look forward to that. I met on Tuesday to help organize a new event series at a local bar/theater. I met with my board yesterday and got the position I desired. That’s going into full swing soon. I also signed my lease and picked up the keys for my new office. Last night, I went to a poetry event and read from my book. Then, I had a nice talk with the organizers and some attendees. Apparently people want to buy my book. I’m too used to giving my books away to everyone who asks.
I haven’t been writing. I am trying to read a bit more. It’s hard with so much going on. Recently, I lost my consistency of journaling. I miss a day here and there now which never happened before. It’s not a bad thing. My life is changing: that’s how it goes. And I still find it so ironic that I’m unemployed. My days are spent working, but I don’t have a job. Apparently I’m qualified to open an office and run a business, serve on the board of a large institution, organize a monthly event series, and dabble in real estate. But I have yet to reach the standards of doing laundry — I applied for a laundry job and got rejected. Again.
I would say the job hunt is disheartening if not for the fact that I’m happy with where my life is. Having a source of income would be amazing, but I would absolutely not be happy doing laundry as a 9-5. So many people in the creative communities I have joined are also unemployed. We’re all tired of the broken job market and decided to forget it to focus on our own things. My goal is to start selling my photo prints soon. I’ll need to figure out printing by February for my exhibit, so I may as well make a business out of it.
My soul misses photography above everything else. My cameras are sitting around, all three of them, collecting dust. It’s easy to go outside and take some photos. Why don’t I do it? As much as I want to, I don’t feel like doing it. Inspiration strikes when it wills. That’s why I make art out of the interior of my apartment some days whereas there are other times when I’m out in beautiful nature and can’t take any decent photos. Maybe it’s time for me to use this office for what it’s meant for: art — to buy a printer, paper, ink, and frames, and to simply go for it. Or, maybe I should advertise my books for once and try to sell a copy.
I’m still reading A Short History of Decay; here are two quotes for your musings:
- “Fifty-nine seconds out of each of my minutes,” I reflected as I walked through the streets, “were dedicated to suffering or to… the idea of suffering.”
- The Poet would betray himself if he aspired to be saved: salvation is the death of song, the negation of art and of the mind.
As I read this book, I am preparing to write a piece related to suffering and stoicism. Hopefully, I’ll be writing it from my beautiful office overlooking the city: somewhere I’ll be doing a lot of reading and writing in the future. I may be unemployable, but certainly do I feel successful.