| After the world fell apart around me. Little dramatic, but here’s my shitty life story as fast as possible. My girlfriend of just a few days shy of 6 years left me, day before my birthday. For another graphic designer that was mildly...successful? Whatever, I failed as a designer. We just moved to the west coast. Zero family or friends. I couldn’t find a job. Was a truck driver for a while. Quit that. Lost my apartment. Luckily I made friends with a guy that let me crash at his place a month prior to eviction. Broke, shit work, student debt, freshly single, no real home, no old friends, family broke ties with me a while back for other reasons I won’t get into, thus I literally watched buses go and tried to find the best road where they maintained high speed with easy access for me to walk into. My literally only friend now got some IPAs and I drank myself silly. The next day, hung the fuck over and sitting outside, I realized I didn’t want to even attempt a better “old life”, which is the default setting to getting your life together. Round about way to saying “freedom” is my passion. Started some businesses with that buddy. Taught myself to program in 2 weeks (yes, I’m that asshole programmer you all hate, but I’m far better now than those days). Taught myself sales skills and worked commission only at Frys to build up those skills. Got contracts and never had an employer since. I walk away from anything I want to with zero fucks to give. Each of my contracts have a clause I sneak in that I can drop the project whenever I want with no repercussions. No lawyer has ever caught it in the past 6 years. I do what I want without a single concern for permission or qualifications. Especially since a majority of college edu lawyers are that retarded. I learn different programming skills and do them. We wanted to setup a retail shop that competes with a local law enforcement supply store, we did that. Worked on wind farms. Did a few power plant jobs for various things. Worked security surveillance contracts. I’ve been asked by a police chief to run some classes he holds for the state. Did one so far, it was fun. I write as well and get paid for most of it. 3D modeling for fun, sell that too. I’m finding a muscle car beater I can project repair and learn some mechanic skills. Wood working on the weekends. No permission. No asking. Just do what I want, nearly exactly to when I want (within reason obviously). Or I could have been a graphic designer. Just the one thing. I think the one passion thing is horseshit mostly. That's why people feel "lost", like I did. Diversify, just like in everything else. Like all the things and have fun. Even the high class mathematicians and physicists of history have multiple and many passions. They're normally considered "hyper focused" by pop culture idiots. Read a book on them. They weren't. Every single one was ADHD as fuck. Just do shit and ride that wave. Farther from "normal", the better. Random cool things are bound to happen. Just roll with them. I always loved surfer mentality. Figured doing this on my phone would force me to keep it short... fail. Excuse errors. |