Dear Future Nervous Breakdown, You suck. I know you're coming. I tried to deny it. But it's inevitable. You visit once every adult decade and I know my time's gonna be up. So I'm writing this letter to you. Oh and in case this letter isn't enough, I also made up a Twitter account to send you messages as they come in. (twitter.com/ToMyFutureBD) [Continue Reading]
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I don't know how many times I've had fellow Asian American friends, acquaintances, NAY, entire strangers (or what I like to call "future friends") say some variation on this theme to me.
They say it with this whispered tone...like we're in some kind of Catholic confessional - but we're totally not Catholic and I can see the desperate whites of their eyes, plain as day.
I've been a Good Asian. And now I want to do what I love.
This is closely related to:
- I'm thinking of quitting my job, too, Jenny. Help!
- I'm not happy with my job. I've sacrificed so much for a "practical career."
- I feel so stressed all the time. I feel like if I take some time to do something creative it will take away from the energy I'm putting into my job. (E.g. photography, painting, drawing, music, dance, writing, etc.)
- I really admire what you're doing Jenny. It's so courageous.
That last one really gets me.
Wow. You are so brave to do stand-up comedy.
This is my bedroom ceiling fan. It's what I stare at every morning to start my day. Stare at it for too long, contemplate it too much and it starts looking a little sad and confused.
The contractor was too hasty when he reinstalled it after completing renovations: one blade is crooked, he couldn't find the light cover and the thing buzzes like it's prepared for take-off when it's turned on.
But, it works. [continue reading]