Friday, July 17, 2015

The Elephant in the Room

So it's after 1am in my part of the world, I can't sleep, and I'm very much grappling with something I've been trying to avoid dealing with a better part of my life. Though I've already taken steps to recognize and work through it, tonight I'm really beginning to sense how much this - well, sort of thing - has a grip over my life.

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I'm not the only person in the world to have anxiety, but anxiety sure as hell doesn't let you easily recognize that. Throughout high school, when many people (including some of my friends at the time) began to realize they had it, I saw my own struggles and continually compared mine to theirs (which, of course, you really cannot do - pain and struggles are relative, not equatable - but of course I didn't know that) and decided that, no, I was just shy and awkward, I wasn't suffering from anything more than slight social anxiety that I would grow out of.

Fast forward to college, where answering questions in class in a lecture of over one hundred people terrified me, but I did it because I cared so much about what I was learning and I was finally beginning to believe that I had something interesting to say because people actually listened to me, which I found amazing for someone that had mostly been talked over previously. I chose to believe I was leaving my anxiety behind me, ignoring the days I dreaded presentations so much my stomach hurt, as well as the days I beat myself over mistakes I made with friends and people I cared about so much that I would cry for hours and spiral myself into a deluge of depression and apathy. My roommate at the time discovered she had anxiety as well and I figured I couldn't have it because I wasn't having panic attacks like hers. I skipped more lectures in my abnormal psychology class than any other class I took in college because I "already knew the material" - somewhat true but my excuse to avoid feeling what I thought was psychology student syndrome, but was likely the first stages of self-diagnosis.

Fast-forward to now. I have a job that has challenged and changed me. I am surrounded by people I love. And because of many things that have happened in the last few weeks and months, I have finally acknowledged I have anxiety. Sometimes I have panic attacks that cause me to lose my sense of rationality and cry and be unable to breath. Sometimes I make mistakes and beat myself up about it - the larger the mistake, the more I beat myself up about it. I jump to conclusions about what people think about me and the way they treat me - usually negative. I read into things people and often assume that they are thinking poorly of me/did something because of something I did/am generally a terrible friend and person. I worry about being self-pitying and yet refuse to acknowledge the real struggles I am having. I lose or gain appetite erratically, I have sleeping issues (like right now), I let my sensitive nature take over until I am nothing but a giant, sensitive ball of emotion that can be pushed too far by the slightest prod. I worry perpetually - about everything, everyone I care about. I fall into blue periods of depression where I can't actually believe that I have much value as a person. These moments are the most troubling, and they've become more common in the last few months. But this is where the good news comes in.

Luckily for myself and for everyone I know, I've started seeing a therapist. I realized what was going on and ultimately knew I couldn't continue like this. Life is too short to let fear and worry take over. But of course that's bringing in new concerns - will I be able to afford this in the long run, what if this doesn't work, my therapist is pregnant - what happens when she leaves and I have to switch to a new person, what if she doesn't actually listen to the details of what I'm saying and this isn't going to help? But it is helping - already she's given me great advice and I can feel a change, though it's small and slow in coming. It doesn't help that a great deal of my life in in continual upheaval and I am a class-A pro at making stupid mistakes. And also the struggle is that once I recognized I had anxiety, it gained a certain kind of power once I began to see just how clearly it's consumed my life.

I'm certain that every person who struggles with anxiety struggles with it in a different way, to a different degree. I know that mine is relatively minor. I can usually do social things without much trouble. I love being around people and they make me feel better about things (most of the time). I don't have long bouts of depression and there are some things I don't worry about. But my anxiety shifts and changes. Sometimes it's like a gnat, buzzing around your head, always there, but not always noticed. And sometimes - like tonight - it's the elephant in the room, a giant hulking beast waiting for you to make a wrong move so it can come in and trample you. And sometimes it's something much worse, something I don't know how to describe - something utterly monstrous that only wants to devour and destroy you. I don't like not being in control and the scariest parts of anxiety for me are those moments when I so clearly feel the lack of control I have over my own mind.

I know that I can't always have control in every situation - such is life - but I should be able to feel like I have a grasp on my own mind. Which is why I'm writing this post tonight. I told my therapist that I didn't feel the need to share my problems with the world, on Facebook or any other capacity, because I could just tell the people who needed to know and deal with it as I went along. But I've realized I'm wrong. I do want to tell people because I don't have anything to hide and because if one person reads this post and realizes something about themselves, then that's more than I could ever hope for. Self-diagnosis is tricky - sometimes it can be worrying over small concerns. But sometimes it can be healthy and incredibly important. If I hadn't spent a night rereading about anxiety and looking up discussions about it on the internet, I never would have convinced myself to set up an appointment with a therapist and learn to work through all of this.

But I also want to share this post for another reason. I've always posted all of my blog writings to Facebook, inviting any of my friends to read it because - well, why not? I like people to read my writing and sometimes it can spur discussion. Here recently, I've been using Facebook a lot more than I have in recent years and I finally realized why. When I was in college or even shortly after college, I used Facebook to share what I was doing with friends - usually my roommate - because it was fun to show off what I was doing. Now I feel like I'm showing off more on Facebook, but really I'm sharing the experiences or things I'd want to share with my friends but don't because I'm often on my own. I live on my own now and I'm beginning to see how many things I would have shared with my roommate instead of the internet. I haven't spoken to her for a while - she has her own struggles and I'm worried to burden her with mine - and so I guess I'm writing because I can't really tell her right now. In many ways, Facebook has also become some sort of device to share with people things I'd like to tell them but whom I don't often see or I'd feel weird messaging all the time. It's a sort of surrogate, passive communication where I put out stuff and hope people will respond to it instead of just telling them. I don't know if it's good or bad - but I do know that social media has played a fairly significant role in my anxiety issues, especially with blogging.

Regardless of all of this, I am also writing this because I do want other people to know - and yet, I'm not actually telling them, I'm writing this post that I can't guarantee anyone will see. And yet, I want to share what's going on and I want to talk about it, but I don't want to totally interrupt people's lives to do so - but if any of you reading this are some of my Facebook friends, please know I will certainly talk about this with you. I want people to know because anxiety is so prevalent but so easily misunderstood. Just writing this post has been a struggle - honestly, I thought about writing about my early recognitions of this at least a year or two ago. It's hard because as someone who is always trying to put other people first, I need to learn that sometimes I need to do what is best for me. It isn't selfish and I'm not trying to gain attention. I just need to talk about it - and right now, this is the medium that suites me best.

TL;DR: I have anxiety. It sucks, but I'm working through it. I've avoided dealing with it because - well, anxiety - but I'm not going to pretend it isn't there any more. I'm stronger than I think. As a nice quote I came across says: "So far you've survived 100% of your worst days. You're doing great."
Often I need to remember this.

In closing, a note: I keep a printed out image on my nightstand that I found online sometime in the last year or two. It reads: "Sometimes I feel like giving up, then I remember I have a lot of motherfuckers to prove wrong." Anxiety is one of those motherfuckers. And I am not going to stop proving each and every day that it is wrong.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Sensitivity (and a Real Neat Blog Award)

It occurs to me as I grow older that I am, in fact, a rather sensitive person. This isn't really all that much of a surprise. I cried a lot as a kid. I don't usually like violence in film or television (with the rather strong exceptions of Quentin Tarantino films, Shakespeare, murder mysteries, and anything involving superheroes). I took a sensitivity quiz and, on a scoring that 14 means you are very sensitive, I scored 21. My coworker recently joked when I injured myself at work that it's a marvel that natural selection hasn't weeded me out. This has taken on a different meaning in my head upon realizing due to some strong emotional reactions I've had in the last week that it's lucky that I've emotionally made it this far.

I haven't stayed consistently sensitive. I was a bit of a harder, cooler person in high school and held onto some of that through college. But here recently I've really let that slip away. Maybe it's the relief that I don't have to work retail anymore. Maybe it's feeling really, really comfortable with who I am and what I'm doing and where I'm doing it all. However, I'm worried that I might be slipping too far and getting too soft, too sugary, letting my inner Hufflepuff run rampant and not remembering that if I am not at least a little Slytherin and Ravenclaw that I will utterly be taken advantage of. Or I'll be too emotionally exhausted to do much of anything.

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It's a hard balance to achieve. I like being sensitive. I like being able to gauge the emotional quality of a room just by feeling it (which in theatre is kind of nifty when it comes to sensing how an audience is reacting). I like being a little different, that people see me as kindly and good-natured and maybe a little to nice to be totally sane. I don't like that it makes it easy for people to get a rise out of me or manipulate me or make me look foolish. I've become somewhat like the walking embodiment of Bubbles from The Powderpuff Girls. I don't know how this happened but it's simultaneously great and terrible.

That's not to say I'm always nice or sweet, innocent soul. I hold grudges. I have a sharp tongue and a strong sense of sarcasm. I'm impulsive and a bit cynical and don't always think things through before jumping in and doing them. There's a bit of a know-it-all and a notorious schemer on some level. Some days, I think I'm just a complex human individual. Other days, I just feel like a mess.

Things have been a bit messy mentally the last few days but admitting that helps. Being human is messy. We're complex and our traits our not as easily elucidated as the Sorting Hat makes them. I embrace my sensitivity, but I can't let it limit me or overpower me. I'm far more than that.

Aside from that bit of pensive self-thinking, I have recently been nominated for a Real Neat Blog Award by the wonderful Anna over at Just Rise Above It. I'm supposed to nominate other blogs but sadly I don't read many other blogs these days because I am busy but mostly incredibly lame. However, I will repost the "rules" upon getting the nomination and answer the questions asked of me.

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Rules:
  1. Put the award logo on your blog.
  2. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.
  3. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.
  4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.
  5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)
And here are my answers to Anna's questions:

1) Where do most visits to your blog come from?
Mostly the United States. However, here recently, they've all been from Russia.

2) What are your creative pursuits, besides blogging?
Writing, researching as a dramaturg, watching theater, endeavoring to be a playwright, resurrecting my flute playing and then injuring my finger, getting stitches, and being unable to play flute for at least ten days. And reading. I think reading counts as creativity - you visualize all these different places and people in your head, after all.

3) What is your favourite quote?
One I've got the shortened version of tattooed to my arm: "It's a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind" from the novel Sugar Street. Though I also love this one from Oscar Wilde: "It takes a great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still love it." And this one from F Scott Fitzgerald: "Writers aren't people exactly. Or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person."

4) How do attempt to stay healthy, in whatever form you take ‘healthy’ to mean?

 As much sleep as possible, lots of water, eating various forms of edible things that people generally claim are nutritious. I like running and doing yoga, but if I'm off mentally, I won't feel physically well either. So I try not to worry about weight and diet too strictly. I don't like being too strict with myself food-wise as I did that for two years in college and was terribly miserable. Healthy for me focuses a lot on personal relationships as well and if I'm not feeling right with friends or family, then I'm not feeling healthy either.

5) What do people not expect about you?
My tattoos. People are always surprised that I have any at all, let alone four. Having tattoos then causes a lot of assumptions (which segues nicely to the discussion I had above about being sensitive and yet not) which I think is interesting and yet troubling. But yeah, the tattoos.

6) Anything you wished you had learnt sooner?
Hey, eighteen year old me - remember when you were totally terrified you were going to never ever be kissed or be found attractive by a human male? Yeah, shut the hell up, relax, and live a little. You're going to be fine. 

7) Share one of your current favourite recipes with us!
I made a variation on this herbed gnocchi recipe last Thanksgiving and loved it. I swapped out the thyme for sage and added prosciutto and it was amazing. 10/10, would recommend.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Oliver Sacks

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One day I will have to live in a world without Oliver Sacks in it. That day is a lot closer than I thought, from the op-ed post he wrote for the New York Times. It saddens me as he was one of the first psychologists whose work I read, long before I majored in psychology. I read Musicophilia somewhere around my senior year of high school when I was taking AP psych but planning on being a music educator. I read and watched Awakenings and sobbed. I still have The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat waiting to be read and wanted to buy his newer release The Mind's Eye for a while now. The time to do these things is soon.

I love the humanity of Sacks, the way he talks and thinks about people. It's really poetic and beautiful. The way in which he speaks about his own death in such terms is no less beautiful but certainly very heartbreaking.

This is another sign to me how fast the world is spinning. Already I've been at my new job a month. It has been nearly two years since I graduated from college. I am a far different person than I was just a year ago. The world around me feels like a different place and I'm seeing in it with different eyes, experiencing it with brilliant wonderful people, some I knew before, some new and very welcome to my life. I have advanced romantically further than I ever expected already this year, with great happiness and bittersweetness. I have lost someone again, a Facebook friend I didn't know well but a musician I had played with back in high school. Her death is a shock to me because she is younger than my parents and someone whose death I never thought I'd see in memorials across my Facebook page. I feel old and young, knowledgeable and naive, experienced and oh so unprepared. This, I think, is the average state of living - a continual paradox of getting it and not having a clue.

I don't look forward to living in a world without Oliver Sacks. But a world without loss, without change, is not one I am in nor can understand. Loss is a large part of life. But so too is living it. The most one can do is learn to live with a sort of flexibility and grace, learning to accept defeat with a certain poise, to keep confidence in fighting when the battle isn't over, and to keep on thinking and breathing and believing when that static ennui of being rolls over. Oliver Sacks somehow manages to achieve all of these in his reflection on his own mortality, an amazing feat that should be lauded, because it certainly isn't easy. While all things end, his words continue on and keep people thinking and trying and hoping. And that's amazing.

[Apparently I'm feeling really metaphysical today. It's nice to have my brain running like this again - I missed it.]

Monday, February 2, 2015

Blogging, Martin Freeman, and Theatre

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I need to be completely honest about being a blogger right now. Besides my excuses of being busy, one of the reasons I've stopped blogging frequently is the visibility of this blog. Back in the day when I'd entertained the idea of internet fame, I used to long for my blog to gain high traffic and land me the book deal I always dreamed off. This sounds ridiculous to me now but it was once pretty true. Now, however, I'm struggling a bit because I'm aware of the visibility and the comments I've been receiving on posts.

I love that the Internet allows people to say what's ever on their mind, but sometimes it's not too nice. I don't often get rude comments on here, but the longer this blog is out here, the more I get. Which is understandable. Trolling continues to exist and not everyone has to like what I have to say. I do have pretty thin skin but writing out here has helped me get used to to differing opinions and the not always kind ways in which people express them. However, I'm still a sensitive person and that's something I want to retain a bit of in my life. I'm cynical enough in other ways; there's no use in letting that entirely seep in to my writing. The thing is that I receive far more positive or constructive comments than I do aggressive or rude ones. So this issue is really a moot point - it's not that my blog is all that visible; traffic is relatively light and that's the way I'd like it now. Which is a far place from where I was a year or two ago.

In some ways, this correlates with my interaction with celebrity culture. Not so long ago, I was fascinated with celebrities, sort of yearning to be one myself or to be best friends with one. But then things started to change. I saw my favorite actor perform Coriolanus in London. I began feeling incongruities with my interactions in fan culture versus how I wanted to be treated as a fan. I got an internship, then a job, in theatre. I went back to London and saw another of my favorite actors in Richard III. I came back from London, was working three jobs, and realized that celebrity culture was never something that I wanted to be a part of - I just wanted to belong to something. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I clearly belonged working at the theatre and only in the past month or two have I realized how much not only my views on culture but my own world views have changed.

The weird thing is that I've been acclimated to my present way of thinking for so long that I forget that I ever thought any other way. Fame is a far off thing I'm interested in watching and discussing but it doesn't pertain to me. Not that it did largely for the most part before hand - I wasn't focused on being famous. But it was still something I longed for deep down. Overall, that yearning is gone now. Do I still want to write the next great American novel? Yeah, I do. Do I want to still be able to walk into my local grocery store without getting accosted by people? Yeah, I do. I want to be successful in what I do, in whatever form that takes - hopefully one that allows me to live my life as I'd like but with the added bonus of, you know, having a book on the shelves of Barnes and Noble. This still seems pretty impossible most days, but it's more realistic than the dream I had in high school of starting a rock band (which was only entirely impossible because I played flute and had never sung in public before. And knew no one at the time who played guitar).

I think it hit me most of all the other night when watching the American Idol auditions that took place in Minneapolis. I was watching it with a friend who lives in my apartment building and it hit me in the middle of this how strange it was for these people to find music careers this way. There's hundreds of ways to find a musical career - some far more profitable and some far easier than others. But what struck me as most surprising was a guy who performed Million Dollar Quartet in Vegas auditioned for Idol because he wanted to make his own music rather than pretend and play someone else's night after night. As a person who works in theatre, continuously seeing others become people who are not them and say lines they didn't write, I thought this was interesting. I understand why he did it, but for so long, getting into theatre at whatever level was my main goal and I did struggle with the notion that someone who was performing in Vegas (albeit, as an understudy) wanted a larger form of success than that. I don't blame him one bit; my notions of success and "making it" are just very different than his.

Part of me wonders why I continue to say this further, between this post and the last and to draw out differences in thinking which are going to me more obvious to me than it likely will to you wonderful readers. This is probably because it's better to clarify a change in focus than just suddenly change my blog. I contemplated started an entirely new blog, more theatre focused, but that just seemed like a lot of pointless work. So much of the content on here is important and, even if I don't agree with some of the posts I wrote on here in the past (and really it's more like the rhetoric I used in the posts than the actual posts themselves), I prefer the idea of showing where I've come from rather than sweeping it all under the rug. And I don't want to abandon all that content and force all you lovely readers to a new platform. So here we are, on an updated design-wise blog, doing the same old same old, as I waltz pretty circles around ideas and hopefully move to something that makes some semblance of sense.

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Until then, I would like to take a moment to do a bit of reflection on my favoritism of certain celebrities and fangirl a bit over the namesake for this strange writing beast. And that would be Martin Freeman. You see, I had the extreme luck and pleasure to see Mr. Freeman perform Richard III in London last September. Much like seeing Coriolanus only a matter of months before, it utterly blew my mind and made me realize how important theatre is in my life. But it also made me consider exactly how one's own favorites actors related and affect one's life. I've liked Mr. Freeman's work long before I knew him by name, when I first saw him in Love Actually. But it's incredible to me how someone can command such a role like Richard III and make you love and hate him all at the same time. The scene that blew my mind the most was a part in the play shortly after he murders his wife. Now, I have a fondness for dark and grim plays, but also abhor violence. (Also, stage blood makes me nauseous. More about that in another post.) The murder scene was horrible to watch; totally uncomfortable and jarring. But minutes later, when Richard's mother is reprimanding him and calling him beastly names, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Richard. It didn't make any sense - I'd clearly seen him do something terrible scenes before. But Mr. Freeman's posture as Richard, the way in which he wilted to the verbal abuses, his look of shock and sadness at his mother's words - it caused a sudden and very powerful conflict in my stance as an audience member.

This is what I love about theater so much - the immediacy, the way it sways and moves you the way film does, but right before your very eyes in a place that you do not have any command over. You can pause a film at home, but you cannot stop a show once a stage manager has got it going. (Okay, yes, you could stop a show, but I highly recommend you do no such thing.) What makes Richard III such an eerie play is that Richard makes you complicit in his actions and scheming - he speaks directly to the audience from the beginning of the play, and you have no choice but to sit there and watch the horrors unfold. The way in which the director, Jamie Llyod, and Martin Freeman portrayed this onstage was thoroughly engaging, rather sociopathic, and a bit seductive. I didn't want anyone to stop Richard from his monstrous deeds because I was rather getting a kick out of watching them unfold. Which is anything but what I'd feel if this were actually happening around me. But it's how the show made me feel and that's an incredible power to create.

I have a renewed fondness for Mr. Freeman after that performance and feel even happier than ever to have him relevant to this blog (however strange the blog's title might be). It's shows like this that have driven me to work in theatre, even while working sixty hours a week and dealing with bleeding patrons, nearly naked men doing yoga in the lobby, interactions with the police, and the general hullabaloo one experiences as a house manager. But that's another story entirely... :)

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Working, or: Leaving Retail and Getting that Professional Job People Have Been Asking About Since College

So since I'm getting back into the habit of writing here, it's only fair that I give a throughout explanation of where I've been for the last few months. It looks a little something like this:

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For those of you who work forty hours a week, you already know this, but having a forty hour a week schedule is... well, a lot of work. Especially the schedule I had, working price change at a retail store, going in at 6am until 2:30pm most days. I could write a saga on the merits and pitfalls of working retail, but I'll save you. However, I'm not doing it anymore. I spent nearly a year and a half working in the store and now I've left, having been offered a full-time job at the theatre I worked in part time before now.

I'm elated. Retail is a job, but it's not the sort of job I could have forever. While my store was a pretty good place to work, it also had its flaws, especially in terms of technology and communication. I was also growing exhausted from my early hours. It's not easy to get up at 4:15 in the morning, especially in the dead of winter, and go to bed around eight at night to try and get enough sleep to repeat the whole process over again. I'd grown weary of the issues and emotional stress retail brings with it and I'd rather do something my heart is more drawn to. Also, having benefits and vacation days is sure going to be a nice change.

However, I am going to miss all the people I work with at the store and I feel a bit bad about leaving them, especially because the departure was pretty sudden (I'd been thinking about leaving for a while, but I didn't expect an opportunity to come along anytime soon). My coworkers talk about "getting out" and wanting me to take them with me. And I feel really guilty that I, who've only been there less than two years, am leaving with those who have been then for many are still going to be there for a while longer.

Now, I want to make something clear: I am pretty good worker. I work really hard. I have a college degree and decent job experience thanks to the retail work and a college job. But I wouldn't be anywhere that I am if it weren't for the people around me. I'm in theatre because of some really lucky connections, some major miracles, and being in the right place at the right time. If I hadn't sent a bunch of query emails about internships last summer, if I hadn't gotten a reply from one at just the right time, if I hadn't done well at the internship, been offered the part time house managing job and been convinced by my roommate at the time to say yes, and if one of the guys from the theatre hadn't put in his notice for the end of the year, none of this would have happened. Everything lined up perfectly and I am astounded by it all. Since I graduated from college, I'd applied to so many full-time professional jobs and none of them so much as sent me a rejection email. But now I've landed one in an area I've dreamed of working in. And I honestly don't know how entirely it happened.

That's the problem with the job market. There are jobs available, but submitting a resume and interviewing for them doesn't seem to be landing people jobs. Having a college degree puts some people at an advantage, but it doesn't guarantee anything. Being a good worker isn't always enough. Sometimes, it comes down to who you know and where you are. And it's not always fair.

I'm not feeling guilty - for once -  about landing this job. I feel I'm just being honest. Getting into certain fields can be difficult and, being new to theatre, I can't help but want to make a good impression to keep things in my favor and to stay in the field. I like people and I want people to get along with me to make life easier. Maybe this is some secret in job performance, but I don't really know. It's what I've always tried to do after realizing that being the ansty person I was in high school was unbearable to myself. And things have gotten a lot better since then.

There's a lot of mental changes I went through in moving from one job to the next. I'd never put in two weeks notice like that and knowing my time was limited at the store felt a bit weird and sad. However, I'm elated about not having to wear my work uniform anymore and am rebuilding my wardrobe, finally having an excuse to choose out some nice work attire. But the part that seems the hardest for me to accept are my hours - 10am to 6pm, not 6am to 2:30ish - and my salary. When I found out what I'd be projected to be making, I nearly died. Going from just above minimum wage to quite a bit above minimum wage is something I had only been dreaming of just a couple of months ago.

Here's an honest fact about retail - you make very little doing some of the hardest, most thankless work in the world. For my early hours, my limited ability to take time off, and fast-paced heavy workload, I made $8.75. And that was after three pay raises; my starting wages at the store were $8. Minimum wage in Minnesota has gone up, so my pay did too at one point. But it's still not much. Hence the need for another part time job and the freelance gig since at least half of one month's pay check was going to rent alone. Which made me think of this post I saw ages ago on Tumblr:


This most rings so true with me. My idea of wealth is maybe being able to rent a house some where in Minneapolis and having a cat. That's it. Nothing larger. It used to be a lot different - pent house, trendy condo somewhere, having a summer home - though I think I projected those ideas on other people, perhaps never sincerely believing I'd have them for myself. But now my salary increase makes it seem a little more feasible to get a cat and maybe in a year or two move out of my studio into something larger. What makes me happiest is that I no longer have to work three jobs.

If you're a Millennial, I have a feeling this all sounds very familiar to you. People tell us that we're a privileged generation because we have all this access to technology, and we can go to college, and we don't have to work for anything. You probably already know it, but those people are delusional liars. I've been incredibly privileged in my life - so privileged - and I'm still working my butt off to pay rent and not have to feel guilty every time I want to buy lunch instead of bringing one from home. I don't even have college loans and I'm still worried about finances. The economy is in a very different place than it was twenty years ago, the job market is different, society itself is different. Being really good at something and caring a lot and interviewing well isn't enough anymore. So many jobs ask for technical expertise you can only get working the job, but they won't hire you without prior experience on a job like it, but you can't get the experience without getting the job. It's a convoluted vicious cycle. Meanwhile, there are retail and service jobs open, but people don't want them because they don't pay well and companies keep threatening to replaced such positions with robots (check-out lanes I understand because cashiering is kind of the worst, but seriously, what the hell is this, Lowe's?). And then there's my area of work, non-profit groups and theaters and such, which survive on donations and ticket sales and aren't the most stable of places. While I love that I've ended up here, I know it's not going to be without its own problems.

My former roommate always used to quote her father and say, "If work was fun, it wouldn't be called work." But I've always wondered why work can't be more fun. It doesn't help that what I've learned from my short time in the work world is unless you're a computer programer or have a business degree, life might be kind of rough for you. Which made me quite a bit bitter, then just kind of morose about it all. I've always been skeptical of people who gave doctors and lawyers more respect as people than teachers and plumbers and baristas. Working in retails has made me even more skeptical. Yes, certain jobs take a lot more training but all work has its importance. Maybe this is why I like Studs Terkels' Working so much.

The issues I have with work is hard for me to articulate. But this quote from yet another Tumblr blogger (again, seen ages ago) helps point it out.
the question, really, is ‘when did it become acceptable and even normal to constantly overlook your current present in favour of some non-knowable and never certain to even exist future?’
Having a job that isn't entirely inspiring and fulfilling causes a lot of dreaming for a future of something else. It's easier to cope with reality when you're dreaming of a different reality entirely. I spent a lot of time doing this at the end of my college career and post-college. I don't want to say that this sort of thing is entirely bad, because we all do it, but I was getting to the point where it might have been a bit unhealthy. I was focused so much more on the future than the present that I wasn't entirely aware of what was going on around me, but often this was the only way to get through bad days at the store. There was a point where I stopped doing this and settled into the present, but it caused me to change my relationship with fandom and with what I was planning to do in the future. I'm not going to lie - it hurt a little bit, and I had to give up a little bit of the dreamer I was and accept a bit more realism. It also caused me to change how I viewed my current job - not a temporary thing, but long-term until I found something more full-time than retail. It worked for a while, but I got burned out on it fast. It was hard for me to find a way in which I could do a job with minimal creativity and high stress long term. And the worry never went away, especially as to how long I'd be able to work three jobs until it became a problem.

I don't want to say that moving into theatre full-time will completely avoid the dreaming of the future. No job is perfect and I'm one hell of a daydreamer, after all, but it will definitely help me enjoy and focus on the present far more. But I'm left wondering how in the hell I'm able to move on to something like this and others never have this opportunity. I don't like the idea of pulling oneself up by one's own bootstraps - aside from being an entirely physically impossible action, it makes it sound like the person did it entirely on their own. Which I most certainly did not do. I avoid thinking about climbing a ladder to something greater - ladders have destinations and aside from my vague career goals, I have no idea where I'm going to end up. I cringe at the idea of standing on the shoulders of giants, worrying about those who might be getting crushed under the giant's feet. I'm deeply skeptical of consumerism and, while working retail, I worried constantly that I'm not actually good at work because I'm critical and self-depreciating and don't always respond well to authoritarianism. Yet somehow at my store I managed to put most of that aside and make a good impression. It isn't relevant any longer, but it sure confused the hell out of me. I'd go from the store to the theater on Friday evenings and realize what a different I was performing the two jobs. I felt far more comfortable in the theater and felt much more sincere and honest with patrons than I ever did with guests at the store. Even though there's a huge part of retail work coming into play with how I work with patrons, there's something at least more genuine for me. Eventually I think it was the discordance I felt working the two jobs that made me realize something had to change.

But my mind is still stuck at the "how did I get here?" stage. I did work hard to get here, but how in the world did it all work out when nothing else has before? I honestly owe a lot to the theatre I work at and a lot to the people around me there. I'm deeply in the honeymoon phase of all this and once I settle into my job, maybe I'll feel a bit differently. But right now, I'm right where I want to be. I also have a whole lot more creativity streaming through my mind, which means a whole lot of strange, rambling posts like the one you just witnessed. So brace yourselves. :)

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Once More, With Feeling

It feels like half a century since I last posted on here and, while it has been quite some time, it's only been since October. Admittedly, I haven't written a substantial post since the middle of last summer, but none the less, the amount of change I have gone through in that short time period is quite large. So it's time I get you all caught up and I get this blog caught up - content-wise as well as structurally - to where I hope to continue posting.

Not long after I had posted back in October, I got a biting response on something I'd written a while back on celebrities, criticizing my infatuation with celebrity culture and defending their actions. It was around the same time that I realized my relationship with celebrity standing was greatly changed. Working three jobs - retail, house managing at a theater, and writing in a freelance gig - caused me to have a whole lot less time to daydream about celebrities, watch films, and surf Tumblr. In fact, I willingly stopped going on Tumblr all together due to a lot of the hostile posts I saw on there. I think I had mentioned on here somewhere before that I was beginning to enjoy a more private and less social media influenced appreciation of texts such as Sherlock and Doctor Who. Now, nearly at the beginning of a new year, I haven't been on Tumblr in over a month or two and I don't miss it at all. It works great for some, but it's not the place for me. My blog still exists out there, but I never use it.

Aside from my changes in fandom interaction, I myself was changing as a person. One doesn't move to a new apartment, travel to London for a second time, and start writing a new novel that's highly personal without having at least some parts of these events change you. I had a hectic autumn and, as we reach the deep midwinter, I am in the middle of another series of great changes, some of which I might elucidate when the time is right.

Most of all, I've been doing a lot of theatre. Given that my dream profession lies here, it's a good thing. But it's also changed on how I want to focus here. I'd like to have the freedom to write a bit more about my experiences working in a local theater arts community while also talking about larger media events. Fandom is still a major part of my life, but not in the way it once was. The way I regard my favorite actors is so far changed from where I was a year ago that I can hardly compare the two. It isn't age but my experiences that have changed me, and I'd like to discuss that as well.

And so I've changed the layout of this blog to better suit my mindset and my mood. I rather doubt content will change all that dramatically - except hopefully the posting frequency will increase again.

The question you might have is - why now? Why start posting again after all this time? For one, I finally got the internet in my apartment better configured. But I've been waiting for a time that seemed right to start again - and for some reason this is it. The year is ending, my freelance gig is over, I feel like I've mentally aged a lot in just a matter of days, and I feel like it's time to come back here and start things anew.

So if you're still out there, let's see where this goes.

Friday, October 3, 2014

#NotDead, Part 2

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So.... hello again, dear readers. It's been a while. A long while. Way too long.

I feel this needs an explanation. And while I'd rather not write yet another post about my personal life and used grandiose excuses as to why I haven't posted on here since - what, July? the 15th century? does it matter at this point? - I feel that it's probably necessary as: 1) Just jumping back into the fray seems a bit dishonest, rude, and oblivious to the time and changes that have gone by, 2) Some of you dear people are actually interested in what I'm doing with my life which, in my baffled simultaneous egomaniac and self-loathing state is both wonderfully self-indulgent and completely impossible to understand, 3) I'm probably a very different person than I was earlier in this year and most certainly different than I was when this whole blogging shenanigans began. And so, an explanation.

When last we met, I had recently taken on a new position at my workplace, working in price change at my retail store instead of working on the salesfloor. I work forty hours a week from six in the morning until two-thirty in the afternoon and for the bulk of August, I was somewhat in charge as our team lead for price change was out with a broken ankle. So work has taken up a great chunk of my time, but in a (more or less) good way. I've also been interning with the History Theatre in St. Paul in a dramaturgy role which has recently ended, but I've been taken on as a house manager there, which means I'm working front of house on my weekends, instructing the ushers and making sure that everything goes smoothly as far as getting people to their seats and presentation of the house. I'm also freelance writing for a website about Minneapolis and still trying to do my own personal writing on the side. So somehow I ended up having three jobs as well as actually having a job in theater... which is my life-long dream and required every bit of control I have to not type out in caps locks. It's really kind of bewildering and amazing. And I've also been working with Theatre Pro Rata as a dramaturgy observer, attending their rehearsals and watching the process of their fall production transforming. It's been a very theater heavy autumn so far, and I love every minute of it.

However, things have also been a bit rough at parts. I moved  to a new apartment building in a different part of town, which is wonderful, but the move was not as easy as I'd have liked. I can feel things changing and shifting in the people around me but things are moving too quickly for me to process what's going on and I don't have enough time or energy in the day to keep in contact with people the way I'd like.

Yet to contrast this blue bit, I also went back to London in the first week of September, which was absolutely brilliant. I'm so sad I haven't had the chance to post about it - hell, I haven't even had a chance to upload the photos I took to Facebook or to my computer at all - but perhaps I'll get the opportunity soon. I hope.

That's where I'm at personally. Blogging-wise, I've realized that I really need to address how I've changed as a writer and a fan of things, which I'll be discussing in my next post - which will get posted soon, I assure you. I hope I won't be abandoning this again, though my writing might be changing a bit - just a bit. So there we are. Let's give this another go, shall we? :D