Chris Dent

Taking a casual cruise through ArchDaily's pinterest board today, I landed on some stunning illustrations by Chris Dent. This guy knows what he's doing.

I should start doing this in my spare, unemployed time... Yes, yes I think so.

BTW, Your Friends are Already Living.

In the midst of a post-graduate job search at the age of 24 (and a half), one has to reflect on things and figure out what really matters.  This time is one that tests your strength as a person and ability to accept and take criticism to use to your advantage.  You must find out where you belong, what you want to do, and who you want to be.  They didn't tell you this in freshman orientation.

First of all--that whole, "you don't need to know what you want to do until you get to college. There's time to decide" shpeal that your parents and teachers give you in senior year of high school, that's all a lie.  A lie designed to make you relax and enjoy your youth.  What they didn't tell you is that you actually do need to know what you want to do in college/in life, or else you will spend 6 years in school.

Not that I'm complaining about my six wonderful glorious years in that fine institution in southwest Virginia, I'm just saying that my friends from my original graduating class (yeah 2010!) are way ahead of me in this thing called life.

Most of them know the career path they're currently on, and if not--they're in the process of changing it.  They've had time to discover and experience real life and build finances (some more than others).  I'm talking people that own property. At age 25! I have less than a stack (stacks on stacks reference via Kanye) in my bank account, most of which is still a refund from my student loan, and little to no prospects. I have a lot planned for myself and a lot I want to accomplish in life. But it's a paradigm. You can't accomplish without having some accomplishments.

Tough world.

With time something will work out.  I know this.  In the mean time I will enjoy the extra sleep (12 hours last night!), leisurely breakfasts, and lack of communication with people with which I do not wish to communicate. (That was a complicated sentence, no?)

Long live funemployment... For now.