Let's talk about bad days. I believe today qualifies as a bad day. We all have them and for the majority of us, we hate them with enough fury to spread our negativity faster than the bubonic plague. It's just a fact of life that no matter how hard you try; bad days will happen.
There is nothing I hate more than a day that has no purpose so I try to fill my day with some events that will make the day have some worth. So, when I found myself laying on the couch home alone once my plans fell through with two separate people I was irked but not defeated. If there is one thing that can turn a situation around its food. So, a quick call to the local pizza place to deliver a shot of dopamine into my stomach was what I did. Perhaps it was a new allergic reaction to a change of fate but, most likely it was just food poisoning that caused me to spew cheese and tomato sauce over a pristine white toilet. To be honest I paused in-between mama birding my dinner to appreciate the fact that the tomato sauce left me reminded of the bloody bathroom scene in IT (great movie by the way).
“Mr. Corona that does not qualify as a bad day”. Yes, my dog didn’t die, I’m not stricken with some terminal flesh-eating virus, nor any other tragedy that my reader might be bearing. My definition of bad days will certainly differ from at least some of you. Hell, my sense of bad day is radically different than two years ago. My old self would laugh at my current bad day while his dad threatened him in the background, so I get it. It’s all circumstantial.
Although it's 11:46 at night and I’m eating a bowl of Captain Crunch while watching a clever show where James Franco plays twin brothers; I think I’m finally starting to work sense of it all. You have to die time to time to appreciate being alive.
It’s my birthday today. Through all the troubles that have come to haunt me this year; which was far and wide, here I stand now a year older. The world seemed to be crumbling on to me at the age of eighteen due to a bad breakup, lack of self-knowledge, and enough daddy issues to justify it all. Yet here I am.
I read a Times Magazine special edition titled: “The Science of Happiness” that stated resilience plays a role in your state of mind. The higher resilience you have the more likely you are to survive the damage the world inflicts on you. The troubling part is resilience is earned not given.
You will face troubles not and later there is no getting away from that, but it only steels your body not weakening it. So yes, I did have a tough year but here I stand with my dyed hair and tattoos with a clear sense of who I am and what I want. I find that I don’t worry about the minuscule concepts that bothered me before like what people thought of me because I’m just trying to live the best life I can being me.
I guess that’s the message. Things get better. You get better.
Work work work! Fresh out of high school and I feel that all I do is work now. Get up, clock in, space out for a few hours, rinse and repeat. Despite all this, I firmly believe every high schooler should get a job. A much younger and generally happier Chris would have protested this notion due to a severe allergy to even the idea of working in high school can teach you more than a school can sometimes.
A first job is never glamorous unless you have parents who have “connections” and give you your first job. If you weren't fortunate enough to be given a job then like me, you would have to go job hunting yourself. Strap on your boots because there is nothing more infuriating than hearing the sentence “sorry you need work experience” for even the most basic jobs. Don't worry though because while it may seem impossible to get work experience with out work, luckily you only need to do the impossible once. Once you have your foot in the door, you can't be kicked out so the key is landing your first job. You have to spend hours a day going to every place you can think of that has employees, spoof up your resume, promise to work whenever and however long they need you to even land a interview.
My first job was in a dingy run down Carl's Jr. off the freeway that was a huge hit with homeless and junkies. I have enough self-awareness to admit my arrogance knew no bounds In my younger days but this job humbled me. Wearing a greasy oversized uniform picking up needles in a dirty bathroom will do that to you. It's hard to feel like a king of the world when you're a servant to anyone with five dollars.
Although different jobs came and gone, certain skills had to be kept. In most jobs, you have to deal with at least some human beings. A job teaches you to deal with people who quite frankly you want to run over with a bus. It could be that coworker who is twice your age and hasn't actually accomplished anything in life who decides to yell at you. Maybe it's that middle aged customer who can't seem to grasp that you can't make her food come out faster without not cooking it. People will test your patience again and again until you think you've built a wall that they can never get through...then they will break that too. Not sounding too glamorous I know but each time it bothers you less and less until eventually, you can handle even the most outrageous characters.
The truth is work is what you make of it. If you're clever enough, you can form even the most mundane of jobs into opportunity. Hell, I even wrote most of this post at work on a receipt.
I sit like many of my readers and friends in a particularly odd time in my life. Stuck in a paradoxical loop that doesn't seem to bring any surprise yet is never the same the next day. It’s the summer of the transfer from our childhood homes to our new college lives. It is the transfer.
Many of you may hate this period as I do; having to say goodbye to all your friends you've known for years, working all the time, and your hometown seems to be punishing you with smoldering heat for cheating on her with your next home.Fear not though this storm cloud has a silver lining. If I had to describe this period, metaphorically we are in our cocoon phase in our metamorphosis. An aspect of being stuck in one place but the phase where the most change can happen.
It may seem like yesterday we were all in matching gowns like a popular cult with disturbing awful caps that let's be honest don't look good on anyone. We walked through crowds of people momentarily pausing to hear the phrase “oh we will have to hang out this summer!”; which we said to some people with full knowledge that we, in fact, wouldn't see them ever again. While these people may be leaving our lives, fear not because like them we will meet a new world of exciting people and it is for these strangers that we must use our time to better ourselves.
You are about to fly from your nest. Are you ready to soar or will you plummet to the ground? You have this little time left to gather life skills to become a functioning adult. Learn how to cook, get job experience, whatever you need not to have to call your parents at midnight because you don’t have them to provide for you. Expect what you will want from your college experience and take action today to hit those goals in the future. Want lots of friends or a potential partner? Hit the gym now, so you take your first step on campus fit and turning heads. Want to jump start your writing career? Start a blog.
So run to the gym, work endlessly at your job, cut ties with toxic people because while it may seem difficult now, it all makes you the best version to take into your new life. This is it. This is the transition.