This one’s for the dudes
June 19, 2007
Just a nugget of wisdom I’d like to share with my fellow man. If your significant other ever asks you the dreaded trick question “Baby, will you still love me if I get fat?” you’re kinda screwed. If you say yes she’ll hold you to that to the day you die, and if you say no you’re just a total douchebag, so say what I say:
“Sweetie, I’ll still love you if you get fat. But fair’s fair. So if you put on 200 pounds, I’m gonna be putting on weight right with you, so we’ll be two fat people in love.”
See the whole point is, you really don’t want her to get fat, but you can’t tell her that right? But if as a consequence of her getting fat she gets a boyfriend that’s equally fat, well you’d be surprised at how good an incentive that is to keep the weight off.
Every now and then I question the things I’m doing and the paths I’ve taken in life. Is this where I really want to be? Would I be happier doing something else? Am I wasting my time in a job that I’m ok with but don’t really love?
It’s funny that these feelings were dredged up by attending a comic book convention, where I saw the members of dig deep entertainment hawking their wares. They do action figures and sculptures for a variety of clients, including those in the comics, game, and film industry. I wanted desperately to go up to them and talk shop, maybe ask if they have openings, but I’ve neglected building up a portfolio for so long that I didn’t have anything to show them. I didn’t want to feel like a fanboy, I wanted to feel like I was one of them. I just felt small again.
I realize now that I’m still not satisfied where I am, but sometimes I wonder if I ever will be. Maybe satisfaction is just a mindset, and not an actual place that you can get to, like the buddhists say. I mean, not everyone has to be the guy that gets to do what he loves and makes moolah off of it. Some people are just meant to be normal, regular folk. No shame in that. But media and popular culture have ingrained in us the idea that we’re special, that we’re meant to do great things and change the world, and I bought into it.
I want it to stop. I get exhausted thinking of all the things I wanted to do and never did. I’ve tried to make some of them happen but the list just keeps going on and on. Does it ever end? Can’t I just be happy in a regular job in a regular life having a regular family in the future?
