I don’t normally do really heavy, deep blog posts, but I feel like there’s a big bubble in me that’s about to burst, so I have to get it vented out somehow, and this blog is the only way I know how at this point. I have this nebulous feeling of confusion with who I am and what I want to do with my life that it really feels overwhelming.
I feel the overwhelming need to travel. I feel stuck. The quicksand dry tides of Tucson are sucking me steadily down into their skeleton bone-dry corpse hands and there’s no way to avoid this vortex of mediocrity and cement boots. I need to get out, at least for awhile. I need to see other ways of living. I need to open up my head a little and have the human race help me explain to me why I’m here exactly.
I feel no passion for anything anymore. I used to love doing things like film and theatre, and I still love to do them, but I feel like I need to get out of here for awhile. If I had the money, I’d go to the airport right now and ask what the next flight out of the country is and go. I can’t do this. I can’t have a cookie cutter life like this. A cushy government job, a house, a little insignificant life like most Americans. It’s not really for me.
This post is really dark, but I don’t know where else to get this out. I apologize and encourage you to stop reading this right now and watch Care Bears or something.
I think I’m alright for now. I know in an hour or two it’s going to come back, but at least I’ve gotten this out.







