Never thought I'd live in Phoenix. Pictured myself someplace else; better. My girlfriend hates it here as much as I do. I just hate that I'm here; she hates that she's here, and blames herself for me being here. A place can do that, sometimes.
Where would I rather be? What would I rather be doing? What do I WANT?'
Maybe I'm having a quarter-life crisis. Sounds stupid, I know. Most everything I hear or say sounds stupid, though. If I moved away to Chicago, or San Francisco...wouldn't I be the same person in a different place? Remember 'Adventures of Buckaroo Bonzai'? Wherever you go...there you are. They've got whole eastern religions for that kind of thought. Never one to be religious.
What do I want? No idea. But I know what I don't want, and that's a hell of a start. I got a buddy who has been in college for seven years, no degree yet. What does he want? I'm better off than him, I guess. I got another buddy who has a great job, in a great city, but he still isn't happy. What does he want? I'm better off than him, too, I guess. I don't know.
We used to talk about 'getting the hell out' of the little town where I grew up. Midwestern. Everyone talked like that. Me? Sure. Of the 23 in my grraduating class, I think almost all moved away. Some probably amount to something. Me? No. Not yet.
I've got a friend who told me one year ago she wanted to 'Be an expert at something.' That was her goal. Now, she's a year into her graduate studies. Works like a dog. She's not as likeable as she used to be, but she's damned amazing. Hurts me every day because she's amounting to something. Improving herself. I'm not. So she's beginning to be disgusted by me. I'm disgusted, too. I don't want to be doing nothing, in Phoenix. Want to be doing something glorious, somewhere else. Isn't that the way it always goes? I think so.
I got rejected from a good school today. My first thought was to tell my girlfriend, because I feel bad and misery loves company. then I thought I shouldn't bother her. Now I'm afraid to tell her, because I'm embarrassed. The other night she looked sad, and said: 'When will you get a break?' I don' t know. Not soon enough.
I wonder why I'm here in Phoenix? I know I moved out here because I'm in love. But why am I still here? Why haven't I left? What makes me stay where I'm miserable half the time?
What do I want?