Frustration.

Frustration. 01/20/2009

I've started writing something along the lines of about 4 or 5 dozen short stories in the past 24 hours ... partly to break in my new toy (an HP mini 1000 netbook) but mostly in a dire attempt to find a way to speak about my frustrations.

And maybe the best way is the most direct.

It's frustrating how comfortable I'm getting in my mundane little existence. I have a great lady to share my time with, plenty of money to occupy said time with said lady, and enough activities to keep my day full. It's frustrating because I have no desire to work the job that I work forever. It's frustrating because allowing myself to sink deeper into said job and lifestyle does nothing to help me pursue alternate opportunities.

It's frustrating, mostly, because I'm afraid that I'm losing the desire to pursue those alternate opportunities.

It's frustrating that the things that WILL help me move in the direction I wish to go--youtube, specifically--grow more and more difficult every day.

It's frustrating that the things I wish to do through youtube--the opportunities that truly are afforded to me--it's frustrating that they remain persistantly and tauntingly just outside my eager grasp.

And it's frustrating that I'm beginning to care less and less.

It's just frustrating.

Comments

Heather-Maria

01/21/2009 1:21pm

dont hate me krumbine. ill do the clip you need, i just got shipped away to the middle of nowhere for two days. im on a plane back tomorrow morn.

im sorry.. sincerely.

jordan link

01/22/2009 3:38pm

dont lose hope my friend

obsquatch link

01/22/2009 7:06pm

I have a solution for you. Well, if you count beer as a solution, the I have three solutions for you, three because the solution of beer is two solutions because beer is a solution and as a solution, the solution of beer counts as two solutions. Get it? No? Really? Fuck.

If you want to even out your life, start sending me money, lots of it. Enough so that you have to live hand to mouth, pay check to pay check. Then your work will become more rewarding because the work you take advantage of as being boring and just a bullshit part of your mundane life will become more significant due to your dwindling net worth by having to support an Obsquatch. Or you could just go mini golfing. Life is always better with a putter, a bright blue golf ball and a satanic windmill that thwarts your ever attempt at a happy existence. Fucking windmills. I'm going to go burn something now. And no, not the weed, Misspacman. Something like a a BMW, or a homeless man, or my dirty underwear, or a windmill.