I took the full day shift today. As a person who’s never worked a 5 days a week 9-5 job ever, it takes a lot of patience from me to remain in the same place for a long period of time. Although, I don’t hate the act of working.
The only times where I’d been at work for more than 10 hours is probably tattooing. But that’s different. I never feel that tattooing is a job…It is so much fun. Unless I’m doing a design I really don’t care for, then it feels kind of bad. But I don’t get a lot of those these days.
Last summer was the most miserable summer of my life. Even worse than Summer 2019 where my mom made me pay her $50 for missing curfew. Even worse than summers with no AC. Even worse than when I had to drive to my then-boyfriend’s house for him to yell at me. I laid on the hood of my car in Santee Alley, calling my friend Joseph, asking if life is even worth it. And at that point, nothing was going for me.
I can imagine how the sky looked that day. It was so beautiful and I was so pissed. How is the world around me having their Brat Summer of Life while I am wallowing in unemployment, grand larceny, friendship and romance drama.
I would ask every single older person I met what was the worst year of their 20s. They answered, 20, 23, 27, 25. I don’t think it really matters. Things are so good and so bad, all the time. But last year, God really grabbed the wheel and said, watch this space.
I’m glad. I’m glad to have endured the suffering because things feel great to me now. Maybe it’s such a human condition to assume the worst when things are good, so I’m going to revel in glory.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY YAYAYAYAYYAAYYYYYYYYYYYY
Things look different now. I am happy. I will fight for what’s worth it and fight the pain. Period. End of Sentence. End of Story.
SQW
shari wei 