Uninhibited

Mar 24, 2008 - 08:22 AM PST

So I made this Quarterlife account yesterday. It's everything I never knew I wanted and needed. I don't personally know anyone here and I doubt I will stumble upon someone I know. I keep finding myself wanting to look for locals in hopes to find someone I know. How weird is that? Anyway, it's an advantage. I feel like I can be honest here. I love it. I find myself smiling at the stuff I find. However, if I Google myself and find this account I will surely delete it.

Here's the truth:

I'm 19, in community college, going for a degree that isn't my passion. I'm more lost than I will allow myself to accept, but one thing is for certain: Art is my passion. Living in New York City, in a loft with floor-to-ceiling windows, showing my art to people swept in by my enticing show fliers is my idea of success. What are the odds that I'd be able to get here?

So here's my plan as of now. I'm majoring in nursing-a stable career, yes? (A career I'm interested in and care for, but doesn't meet my love for art.)I will use the money I get from my well-established career to fuel finances to publish a few novels. People will love these and I'll get sweet ass reviews. Oh! Is that the phone ringing? New York Times?! They want me to fly in for a full-page interview. Sure! I happen to mention I'm also an artist. The New York Times is intrigued and curious to see. They love my work and want me to show it at a local, small gallery. I'm game. People love it--more specifically, some guy named Bob Mertzer buys all my work. I call home and tell my family I love them but I'm going to stay here for a while. My staying in New York will be my last planned plan.