Sitting outside a Starbucks, it’s dusk, darkening slowly. Another resignation letter under my belt, tomorrow is my last day at the job I’ve gone back to repeatedly out of convenience and comfort. Maybe the choices were misguided. I did what I thought was best. I applied to a university in Taipei to enter as a student of their Mandarin Training Center. Hopefully in a few months I will be on the other side of the world splitting my head open over studies instead of trying to occupy my time here with things other than sleep and painful thoughts of the past and an imaginary future. I’m really excited about this move–it’s something I’ve wanted to do for years, basically since college, but has been on the backburner as I’ve tried a few other avenues and given a some non-Asian continents…
Year: 2014
thoughts of a future
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Recently I’ve written a number of blog entries that I haven’t posted…mostly because they’ve been too honest and depressing, even by my standards. I wrote one before I went to Peru that was sort of a plea to myself which quickly degenerated into some suicidal rambling and was ultimately so sad that I couldn’t read it without starting to cry in the coffee shop I was writing it in, so I had to stop. From…
take a trip to Peru
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I’m going to Peru on Saturday. But right now I’m in a coffee shop in Texas. I’m looking at photos spread across the shop’s wall in a neat display–they’re photos of mine, from other trips…China, Malaysia, Thailand. If I look…
resignation letters
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It’s possible that one of the only times I’ve felt in control of my life recently is when writing resignation letters. So, I guess it’s time for another one. It’s time for something to help shock me out of the…
Jessica and the Christopher Columbus story
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Many things I view as significant personal achievements, some of them are things that I may not have done myself but may have elicited from others. Sometimes you’re an astute listener and people share secrets; sometimes you’re a puppeteer of…
job meaningfulness update
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Jobs…so what is a job really? You know that time you were born and then eventually experienced consciousness as a little kid, the first moment at the kitchen table thinking, “hey, I am Brian; I am this person,” while touching your hand to your nose. Burning yourself on the stove, crawling around on the floor, feeling the carpet beneath you. Feeling the linoleum beneath you when you get in the kitchen. Sitting on the stairs.…