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Forgive me father, it has been 2 months since my last post. Im drunk, tired and grumpy; but beyond that im really just a tired citizen of the world looking for a little comradery. [rant/] I've always wanted to be an artist. For those on these boards that know me (very few), I work, rather dilligently, at acheiving this end. In my whole life I never thought to myself I could actually do it, and I've always planned to this end, I went to college resisting the urge to spend my little money on art classes, and avoiding practice at the cost of homework. Last year, I left for africa, where I stayed a year. While there (doing a semester abroad), I found the time to develop my art. Upon arriving home I take a wild chance and make my goal, out of a million....how the fuck? But I made it, there was someone out there who thought even through a lack of education (in art), and fully developecd skill, that I could do the job. Now, I have 3000 business cards of my own, all boasting 'graphic designer' on the front (yeah, in bold). Guess what? I hate it. Who would have thought. Now I commute a minuimum of 2.5 hours (max 5 hours), a day to do a job with clients I hate. At this point, who else is stuck in something they wanted to do, but later found out was the wrong thing for them (I realize im not stuck, but rather just anchored in). I cant stand it, it doesn't feel right, and I want to know....are you are drunk as me to admit you hate what you do, even though you worked to be there. does it make sense to quit, to make minimum again and to participate in the things you like (like say for instance, taking up art again instead of drawing shit over and over for 'advertisers' who think their ahead of the game with their clever slogans and shitty ideas, who shoot mcgavins and call you tiger or the man). I signed on as a writer to gamedev, which I haven't had the time to do, Ive let go of projects, I gave up sailing time in archipelegos and climbing trips. I sacrifice to do what I thought I wanted. Heres another question, is this what being an adult is about. Making money over doing what you want? I can see maturity at the end of this tunnel, I mean, the job does lead places...but at what point do we begin to seek a future over a present? Am I being a whiney, immature bitch, or am I on base with the assumption that if it doesn't feel right, it isnt? [/rant] sorry