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| Flux, I believe that I'm in need of a life coach, as well. Here's the situation: I've returned to school after a long absense (and, prior to that, years of changing majors like clothes) and, as you may know, I am now studying to be an elementary art teacher. Now, at the time that I decided upon this course of action, I thought it would be quite a rewarding career choice. Yesterday, though, I was hanging out in the park, eating an ice cream cone, when I noticed a group of children playing on the playground. At first, I watched them w/a sense of awe and wonderment, thinking fondly back to the days when I was that young and innocent. After a while, though, I began to regret that those days were past, and a feeling of resentment began to rise up in me. The children's high pitched cries of joy began to feel like a pencil being slowly driven into my brain. I'm ashamed to say that I ultimately threw what was left of my ice cream at one of them and went into an inadvisable tirade about how the little fuckers didn't know how lucky they were. And of course the father of one of the kids had to get all bent out of shape and beat me up. Anyway. One black eye and one shame-filled night later, I'm beginning to wonder if I should reconsider my current goals. Can you help me? |
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