The Hill
February 21st 2008 16:57
Your text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereIt’s 2:20am and I am inspired to contemplate on things to keep from the insanity of sheer boredom. No, I’m not one of those crazy insomniacs who rummage around at night and suffer from permanent PMT during the days. My condition is worse. I am unemployed.
I’m sure you all have heard the expression, “over the hill” in reference to getting older. Around thirty is when most of us have “finally found ourselves”, are established and carving those characteristics that we think defines us.
I am twenty-nine, recent graduate in media and communications which I completed fast (two years), expecting to get myself in the workforce fast. For me it’s a case of “under the hill” of speedily arriving rejection emails.
This brings to mind another well known expression, “mid-life crisis”. The relationship to thirty here is, stressed out trying to get life in order quickly because of the late start.
Being ethnic adds ten-fold to the crisis. There’s always a relative or family friend who gives the third-degree about achievements to date, emphasizing on the negatives as parental failure. Yes, being ethnic is curse in the unemployed thirties. The last thing I need is to be told that I am going to die a spinster because I’m past my due date for getting married, amongst other nice things.
As I arrive towards the hill, I notice I don’t feel the need to scratch out someone’s eyes because they judged me or said something I didn’t approve of. I’m actually amused, curious and very intrigued to know thoughts of other people and how their comments are affected by their beliefs.
Perhaps as I stare up the hill, I’m just too tired to be fired up as often as I used to. Instead I enjoy analyzing my life, debating with my mind and sharing my theories with anyone who listens.
I’m sure you all have heard the expression, “over the hill” in reference to getting older. Around thirty is when most of us have “finally found ourselves”, are established and carving those characteristics that we think defines us.
This brings to mind another well known expression, “mid-life crisis”. The relationship to thirty here is, stressed out trying to get life in order quickly because of the late start.
Being ethnic adds ten-fold to the crisis. There’s always a relative or family friend who gives the third-degree about achievements to date, emphasizing on the negatives as parental failure. Yes, being ethnic is curse in the unemployed thirties. The last thing I need is to be told that I am going to die a spinster because I’m past my due date for getting married, amongst other nice things.
As I arrive towards the hill, I notice I don’t feel the need to scratch out someone’s eyes because they judged me or said something I didn’t approve of. I’m actually amused, curious and very intrigued to know thoughts of other people and how their comments are affected by their beliefs.
Perhaps as I stare up the hill, I’m just too tired to be fired up as often as I used to. Instead I enjoy analyzing my life, debating with my mind and sharing my theories with anyone who listens.
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