The In-Between

I wish I didn’t feel such a great need to understand everything. I’m not talking about how computers work or anything like that. That sort of stuff has answers, as complicated and confusing as they are. I’m talking specifically about the question why. WHY do I feel the need to question everything? WHY does this person act like that, WHY did this or that happen? I want to understand intention and the way everything fits in the universe but at the moment I’m stuck on my own role in all this mess.

If I had a job I’m sure it would be a less daunting question. We’re all insignificant, but working for the Man or at least someone creates a sense of purpose. Make money doing a job you hate, or love, and then spend it on stuff you want or need or trips you want to take or whatever you want, really. Create fulfillment. But I’m still looking for a job since the store that I’d worked at closed, and I don’t have those opportunities.

I could take the easy way out and work in retail again or even In N Out. They make good money. But now I have this stupid thing called standards and want to find something stable. I don’t want to commit, especially when I don’t know exactly what I want to do, but I don’t want to work in a glutton factory anymore. Glutton for materialism, glutton for food, whatever. I don’t want to sell people shit they don’t need or food that will kill them. I don’t want to work with people at all, really, but that’s probably asking for too much.

So in the mean time I apply for jobs and go to interviews and nothing works out and this feeling of inadequacy grows. Logic is no match for the simplicity of emotion. As if emotion is anything but intensely complicated. But it does what it wants and despair is a tough feeling to conquer. I’m lucky to have parents who continue to support me while I continue to try and try and try but I’m starting to wonder why, why, why.

Like I could move back to Maine. I don’t have family there anymore but I have friends. I could fly back to LA twice a year for my school workshops. I was hot shit in Portland. I stood out. But it’s different here. There’s nothing like being surrounded by flawless females to crush a girl’s confidence. Then again, that probably has a lot to do with the whole dating thing not working out. I couldn’t have decided to give up on that game at a better time. Sometimes giving up really is just for the best. It’s not like having a boyfriend matters. My standards are really not that high for what I want at this point, as far as commitment goes, anyway. But somehow it always ends in disappointment and disappointment is tiring.

Then there are my friends. I have a few excellent ones, which is great, but this crew as a whole is just so unreliable. I don’t know. Maybe it’s me. I don’t like the way it works, the one-on-one or little groups or big parties. Why can’t it be a handful of friends, nothing prepared to death or rager reliant? Why do we always have to go out to dinner or a bar or fucking trapeze class or Palm Springs? Whyyyy do people need to plan even the littlest thing on Facebook? Why can’t we get a group together and hang at home, drinks some beers, maybe smoke some weed, and watching a fucking movie? Maybe I’m just not invited to those casual hangouts. It’s possible. Probably not. But maybe. But everyone has their stupid little drama and I’m sorry friends, but it really is stupid. It shouldn’t be so difficult to get a handful of people together, but it is because one person already has plans and someone doesn’t like someone else.

I like the mix of chicks and dicks that I grew up with, a mix that apparently doesn’t really exist here, because maybe men and women really can’t just be friends. Or maybe it’s just me. Is it? That’s the worst question and I’m sure if I actually asked, I wouldn’t get a straight answer. I miss my old friends, the ones I’ve known since middle school. I miss the friendships that are reliable and rock solid. I liked having a small crew of people who all liked each other, who had gotten over the bullshit years ago. It takes years of interest and effort to create that and I want it now. Right now. But I don’t even know who’s a reliable choice and who’s got that brand of LA flake that I’m learning to hate and simultaneously become.

I don’t like this in-between.

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