Wah WAAAAAAHHH

 

Can someone please explain to me the impulse that people have to offer advice where none has been requested? OR, specifically, to remind you of everything that could go wrong. Ever? It's amazing to me the number of people who have offered me the following advice about my move to San Diego. 

• It's very expensive out there
• There are literally no jobs. None
• Everyone is an asshat
• I will only like it for a year, and then I'll come home. No question.
• My savings will run out. Immediately. For some reason. I guess I'll spend wildly on like, sushi and small dogs.

Why? Am I some sort of overgrown child? Have I really not considered these things? Have I not planned this move, carefully and meticulously for a year now? It's like this in so many arenas, though. For example: My weight. I have weight to lose. I have serious weight to lose. You know what's not helpful? Reminders of how much weight I have to lose. And how impossible it is to lose it once I hit 30. And how it'll get harder and harder each year I grow old. A slow, fat march toward being unloved and then I die. Alone. And fat. And let's not even get started on my career track. Now that one I do to myself, to some degree. It's like you hit 30 and suddenly have to do a massive evaluation of your life and all the ways it has been found wanting.

But people LOVE this stuff. And people buy into it. And stay frozen in fear, living some life they didn't actually want. Maybe I won't find a job right away. Maybe I'll end up as an incredibly over educated barista offering you $10 frappucinos. But at least I'm TRYING.

So, in conclusion, think what you want. But unless I'm doing something clearly ill-advised like cliff diving or trying out for a band, offer me nothing but well wishes, for God's sake.