I am so glad that I've finally made some new
good friends this past year. It takes me forever to really trust someone enough to be able to talk openly with them and I've found not just one new person but multiple people I can do that with: Stephanie, Trey, Alicia, and Taranvir are the first that come to mind. Of course Adrian, Misagh, Liz and Michael have been these type of people for years. Chris used to be someone I could talk to but that broke down.
Speaking of Chris, although we're no longer speaking, I worry for him. I look at how he's living his life and it seems like real fun, but I can't get passed the notion that it doesn't seem like he'll ever grow up, at least not anytime soon. I wish I could have my degree physically in my hands. I wish I could set my own work schedule. I wish I could be paid what he gets paid; it seems like he works a lot less hours than I do, but banks a lot more than me. I wish I had a job that I relatively liked. Actually I wish I had a job in the field of my chosen profession. (I'm shooting a catalog on December 6 so hopefully if that goes well, I can get more work from it.) I wish my weekends were free to do what I want to do. I wish I could sleep at night and not have to worry about the coming day. I just wish I had a lot more freedom than I do now. This is what he has that I want.
On the other hand, I take a second look at his life and I sometimes feel like I'm the one who is actually setting themself up for something big. I understand that college is a time in which most people let loose and begin to learn whom they really are, but once college is over I have this idea that people should stop acting so foolish and really begin to work towards what they really want. Drinking and getting high any chance you get is not the most productive in my eyes. I mean honestly there comes a point in everyone's life when smoking weed and getting trashed on the weekends becomes stupid and a hindrance. I'm such a party pooper but people need to grow up eventually. You've had your fun now take responsibility. This especially bothers me when it comes to him, because he's officially an educator. Yes, he's teaching music and not counseling his students on how they should lead their lives, but still his lifestyle has impacted his teaching. He's missed a number of lessons, because he wanted to sleep in instead of going out to Carrollton, sometimes due to his activities from the night before. Okay yes he reschedules them, but the point is he's giving the impression that he doesn't give a shit. Maybe he doesn't but he still has to do his job in a professional manner.
I could start on how he spends money, but there's no point in that since come February, it'll actually dawn on him that maybe he should've saved more instead of spending it they way he has. Student loans are a bitch.
Oh and then there's grad school. Oh he says he really wants to go. He's already looked into potential schools but as far as I know he hasn't really done much in actually getting the ball rolling. I believe he once told me he actually got busy on learning and hammered out the audition pieces. That's step one. And even with that he hasn't practiced as much as he could have. He essentially has 6 hours a day that he could practice on instruments out in Carrollton, but on numerous occasions he drove back to Denton to sleep instead. He later told me that most schools nowadays require a video for an initial screening process which, from my understanding, he has yet to make. Auditions for attending school in the fall start this spring. In order to audition for one of those schools, they have to approve your video. I'm not saying he won't be going to grad school, I'm just saying that at the rate he's going that I've witnessed, he won't be going anytime within the next year.
It seems like his priorities these days are finding a reputable band to play in so he can gig as much as he wants and hanging out with Phil, Adan and/or Matt on a nightly basis. Cool. You do that. If it's what make you happy then whom am I to complain, right? All I'm doing is stating my observations and my opinions on what I've seen.
But I can't tell him all this. Even if I could, it's not like he'll listen to me anyway. So because of that I'm forced to write it here. At least to collect my thoughts.
The only reason this is on my mind right now is because after dinner my mom asked me about Chris. ::sigh::
