Dating is a disaster in your twenties. I can’t think of a more broad generalization to leave you with, so I’ll start there. Continue reading
Writers mill into their favorite coffee shop early in the morning – if they’re smart – or midday – if they’re ready to fight for an outlet. At any spot in Los Angeles, you’ll walk in for your coffee and past a series of glowing LCD screens, displaying the clear markings of a screenplay draft. “INT. APARTMENT – DAY” peaking out from someone’s spot by the window.
I usually glimpse those words over a hunched shoulder or in the furrowed brow of that dude hugging the wall in the corner. The Hemingways of our generation – except this go around entails a $5 coffee and a $120,000 American dream, which seems to guarantee a high rate of underemployment. Continue reading
I’m always looking for a roadmap. One that will take me across the world. One that will illuminate some sort of path to career perfection. One that defines a successful relationship. There’s a great deal of distress in hacking your way to success with some sort of homemade machete. It’s crude, hard to watch, and a lot of effort – effort that may or may not make any leeway. There’s the pain of it…
The clock’s readjusted even if you haven’t. With the sun on our side, it’s time to start thinking about summer. Better yet, it’s time to start thinking about where you want to go. Whether you’ve got cash flowing in or are counting your blessings, if there is a will, there is a way. Continue reading
- I haven’t completely abandoned hope.
- Every time I can look at my credit card statement without cringing is a victory.
- Figuring out medical insurance coverage gives me heart palpitations.
- Age is just a number that brings out so many feelings.
- I still have that one shirt in my closet that’s my “nice” shirt, so I never get to wear it.
- Whenever I feel like a failure, I pretend it’s an artistic choice.
- When people don’t like me, it doesn’t make me sad. I’m like, no, I get that.
- Friends regularly recommend that I go to therapy. It’s not a good sign, but it helps me narrow down my friends.
- Unintended eye contact is no longer frightening. I’m just happy when someone acknowledges my existence.
- Every time I see kids being kids, I want to tell them they’re doing it all wrong.
- Every time I see teenagers, I’m happy to be an adult.
- Every time I see someone else in their twenties, I want to ask them how we got here.