I've already written an blog today... Let's see how long it takes to upload it.
Tomorrow I'm going to try edit size-able videos for my other blog but let's see how that goes.
Recently
I'm getting fed up of my own style of writing. It's not that I don't
enjoy it... It's just I'm fraustrated with how the shops are doing and I miss the freedom being free ranged self employed tagged on. But on the
other hand, fuck it. I knew this would be a struggle from day one. Hell,
before day one. God said 'let there be light' and all that shit. If I
learned anything from leaving secondary school early, passing college on
the third(?) time of asking and all those years at drama school and
university, it's this.
Read a book.
Read books.
Read a goddamn bloodclaart book.
Read books, mother fucker. Read 'em.
Failing that, there's always a good blog or two to follow and read. (TMZ DOES NOT COUNT).
I've managed to ignore the lessons depression has been trying to teach me but my God am I paying for that now.
But
like 12 plus years of being in an educational institute, you are not
alone. There are professionals and professors to ask for help with
tricky questions, colleagues to hang out and swap pokemon cards with and
opposites of sex to get drunk with, have drunken sex with, sleep with
and then when you both wake up try to fuck them again in the shower. Or
maybe that last bit is just me.
However
I consider depression the drama/art training some people disregard an
made up lesson in life. Where has the rich kids fucked off to
happiness/law school with the daddy's money and married at 21 (Cunts.
Utter. Yippie. CUNTS).
So graduates from
any school of life can read this brillant post from Lifehacker's Eric Ravenscraft and either use it as help or as a bit of an idiot sheet for
understanding what some of us go through, every day.
The link... I'D CHECK DAT.
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