A BAD WAKE UP!

I woke up this morning with a taste of self pity. Did everybody go through this sort of transformation while in dreamland? Every entire fiber of my soul (do souls have fiber?) wanted to crack the mirror I was looking into. But the shame was not in my physical reflection; it was emotional. I needed to do #2 from my blog (not go poop) Rule #3 IN LOVE. I closed my eyes and prepared to see Poetiq the clown. Eyes blood shot from staying up till 6:00 o’clock in the morning watching Family Guy. Then I watched a couple episodes of Sex in the City. I guess that show is like an escape from the boring lifestyle I have. Lately, all I’ve been watching is Family Guy.

Anyway. I opened my eyes to find nothing but a miserable youngster, trying hard to achieve something in life before the age of 26. I don’t want to be lying in my studio apartment with Ramon Noodles and tuna in a can everywhere saying, “I could be this… I could have been that…” But maybe my biological clock is ticking way ahead of schedule. Could it be that I am running early on the whole career, family and happiness idea?

I decided to shave my prickly face and take a morning bath. The water is beating into the tub now. And as I wait, I write this plea for patience. I’m young and I have a couple years before I even have to worry about the whole marriage and kids thing. But I won’t deny the fact that my career is heavily on my mind.

I’m still waiting for the Illinois Institute of Art to call me about enrolling. Maybe Chicago will get me closer to my dreams. Closer than freaking Sex and the City