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Monday, December 31, 2007

Oh, to be a Gypsy!

Now that I have finally succeeded in killing off any sort of hapless reader base I may have once had, it is time for another post.

Sometimes I wish I could have been a gypsy. I don't mean I want to be Romanian--although I would like to live in Europe for a while--I mean I want to be a gypsy in the popular conception of the term. Care-free and able to do as I please with only a small group of friends beside me. I don't want to have to worry about things, I realize that this is a sign of immaturity but my immaturity is something I need to own up to and move beyond.

I've been grappling with my future lately and quite frankly it scares me. I worry about money. I worry about finding a job. Contrary to what I know you think all the time, there isn't that huge of a demand for journalists these days. There are blindingly few high paying jobs in journalism. But I want to write news, opinion, fact, fiction, I like to write and that's what I think God has for me.

I've been less introspective over the last few months. Less, I don't know, 'artsy.' I hate the word "artsy" because it implies snobbish or rebellious and those kinds of things. I'm headed toward the mainstream and I don't have any idea when this began to happen to me. It kind of makes me mad to be honest. I guess everything gets swept away by the tides of conformity eventually and why should I be an exception?

I feel like Natalie Portman's character in Garden State, sometimes I just want to do something bizarre to break to monotony of time.

I talk a big game but I'm glad I'm not a gypsy.

-Caleb Williams