...because I obviously haven't grown up yet. I think I'm still stuck with the mental state of an adolescent. Otherwise why would I randomly start sobbing on a perfectly happy, unstressful day? And why would I be so obsessed with bacon?
When I finally get those pesky hormones under some semblance of control (and when I finish school and other important things like that), I would like to have a career. I'm not entirely sure what kind of career yet (not "railroad hobo" is a good start), but I'm 99.99% sure it's going to have something to do with music. The .01% is just in case I somehow end up in some boring, well-paid job like advertising or management. No offense to anyone in advertising or management or any other boring, well-paid jobs out there.
For the purposes of this blog, let's assume that my dream career is teaching music at a college or university. Geographically, I would like to be doing my careering someplace with mountains. That's really the only requirement, although Colorado, Northern California, and my home state North Carolina are pretty high up on the preference list. Economically, I would like to be stinkin' rich. However, this probably isn't going to happen with a career in music, so I'll settle for "able to buy bacon at least once a week". My dream for my place socially is a little complicated. I would like to be well-known and respected by others in my field (i.e other musicians), but I don't want to be anywhere close to famous. I have nightmares about being a *gulp* celebrity. So don't be listening for me on the radio.
In order to reach this nebulous sort of goal/dream/end-of-the-rainbow thing, I am currently clawing my way through the dark pit called "college"*. I know I must do this, just as I know I must continue my musical studies in order to have a career solely in music, and I must not let the devil named Joe Dunn hook his politics major claws into me and drag me into the dark, terrifying underworld**. In the future, I imagine I will need to subject myself to even more dark pit-ness by going to graduate school. I will also definitely need to be on the lookout for any nice/important/RICH patrons I can connect with, because one does not start a successful musical career on one's own.
On that rather sobering note, I think I'll go eat some bacon.
*Actually, college isn't that bad. It's just the weekend after my first ever mid-term week, and I'm a wee bit stressed out.
**Actually, Dr. Dunn isn't that... never mind, yes he is.
