Thursday, September 2, 2010

My New Mantra

Sometimes I like to check out the work of my more-firmly-established fellow bloggers, wishing my own blog would magically turn into an impressive archive of timeless tidbits and witticisms.  Tonight I was browsing random entries of a blog I recently stumbled upon (though it's been around quite a while) called Barely Legal.  I found one post in which the author details the awkward experience of running into a former high school classmate who's waiting tables, and having to tell him he's in law school.

This especially interested me because I've been on both sides of that situation, though most often on the reverse end.  I never had to endure the humiliation of encountering a high school classmate while working my retail job in a uniform and nametag, but even when conversing with total strangers at said job, most of whom (based on the hotel's usual clientele) had high-income jobs, I dreaded being asked what my future plans were, or whether I was in school.  I hated admitting that I had already graduated college but basically had no further plan.  Usually I'd just make something up.  But even once I'd decided I was going to try running my own business, I never wanted to say it aloud.  I was afraid I'd sound irrational and desperate. 

But apparently even the "more successful" person in those conversations can find them equally painful, as this law student describes:
He asked what I was doing these days, and I sheepishly replied that I am in law school. "Wow, that['s] great", he said. "I really wish I had done things differently in college and done something like that. You know, make a lot of money. That would be sweet." I informed him that it isn't that great, and that, in fact, it sucks. I then inquired what he was up to. "Right now, just waiting tables, saving cash. Then this Fall, I'm moving to Colorado to become a ski instructor. It's something I always wanted to do." I told him that sounded great, wished him luck, excused myself and continued to the restroom. Along the way, I realized that this guy has it together much more than I do. He knows what he wants to do and is doing it, while I hate what I am doing. He seemed envious of me being in law school, and I am just as envious of him and his quixotic life plans.

In a twisted way, I find some solace in that.  Maybe some of those people I talked to so self-consciously were equally miserable, just for different reasons.  Maybe what I see as a year after college wasted in retail would be viewed by some people as an invaluable break.  It's comforting to tell myself that even if I'd plowed straight ahead into grad school or clawed my way into a staff-writing job, I'd probably have been just as unhappy as I was in retail, and exponentially more stressed.  When you put it that way, maybe retail wasn't the worst way to spend a year after undergrad.  And maybe there's someone out there who would view my current business venture as a leap of faith they wish they'd taken themselves.  I do believe that sometimes it doesn't matter how successful you are in something, but simply that you were brave enough to try it.  It was nice to be reminded of that. 

From now on, when someone asks what I plan to do with my BA in Literature, or when former classmates' Facebook statuses mention law school or med school or a new impressive job, I'll just repeat my new mantra:  We're all equally miserable. 


Ahhhhh.

3 comments:

  1. We're all equally miserable..
    Isn't that the darned truth.

    Everything i've read about graduate school (specifically, Ph.D. track programs) tells you to not go into industry/ get a 'real job' or take a break because you'll never actually go to graduate school.
    Graduate school sucks more than pretty much anything else I'll ever do. But I actually kind of enjoy the suckage. Like I've said before, this is pretty much the only path for me and I knew that I'd come down this road even 7 years ago. I'm just happy to be here.
    In the end, after I get admitted to candidacy, after I waste two years trying to write my thesis, after I successfully defend my dissertation, after I get my Ph.D., after I get into a good lab to do some post-doc work, after I get four or so good publications, after I get a tenure track position, after I set up a lab and get grants, and after I hopefully get tenure the first try...I'll be where I want to be (minus being 35, but I can't help that).
    Anyhow.. Pick your own route and do it for your own reasons.

    If life worked out like it does in World of Warcraft (where effort=reward), I'd be a successful aquarium shop owner. But that's just a false hope of another life I'm not living.

    I'm glad you're doing what you're doing. You'll probably be happier in the end.

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  2. Hmm... where did my other comment go?

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  3. Reposting it:
    "We're all equally miserable..
    Isn't that the darned truth.

    Everything i've read about graduate school (specifically, Ph.D. track programs) tells you to not go into industry/ get a 'real job' or take a break because you'll never actually go to graduate school.
    Graduate school sucks more than pretty much anything else I'll ever do. But I actually kind of enjoy the suckage. Like I've said before, this is pretty much the only path for me and I knew that I'd come down this road even 7 years ago. I'm just happy to be here.
    In the end, after I get admitted to candidacy, after I waste two years trying to write my thesis, after I successfully defend my dissertation, after I get my Ph.D., after I get into a good lab to do some post-doc work, after I get four or so good publications, after I get a tenure track position, after I set up a lab and get grants, and after I hopefully get tenure the first try...I'll be where I want to be (minus being 35, but I can't help that).
    Anyhow.. Pick your own route and do it for your own reasons.

    If life worked out like it does in World of Warcraft (where effort=reward), I'd be a successful aquarium shop owner. But that's just a false hope of another life I'm not living.

    I'm glad you're doing what you're doing. You'll probably be happier in the end.
    "

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