over the last year i have completely alienated myself from the love of my life, busted my fucking hump - sacrificing friendships and all semblance of a social life - to write what will essentially be a mediocre rock-by-numbers biography that has apparently earned me the enmity of bj*rk herself, had my laptop (w/ book-in-progress) stolen from my car, been one of the final two candidates for a really spectacular label job that i ended up not getting, endured expensive living in a miserable and dark basement apartment that i was forced to take in last-minute panic, subjected myself to meaningless and mostly disappointing 'relationships' with girls who just didn't matter to me, sold most of my recording equipment just to stay above water financially, and endured a job that i have effectively been laid off from (end of april) because of a verbal ("100% certain") promise that a really fantastic and exciting and impossibly well-paying job was going to be created for me in may. a job that i've just been told no longer exists.
and now so i've suddenly got four weeks to execute plan b (travel around europe for 6 months or so), which requires money and resources and strength that i simply don't think i can produce.
i've tried my goddamned best to be upbeat and positive throughout most of this - i even let myself get excited about simple possibilites - but i don't know how much more disappointment i can handle. suddenly im expected to pick up and leave in four weeks with a fucking war going on? with who? for what? and with what money?
i'm trying my damnedest not to be emo about this but it all seems to have happened so fucking fast. a year ago i was in iceland researching this exciting project with someone i cared about and i felt like i was on top of the world. now i sleep alone in a dark bedroom with a tile floor so uniformly warped and uneven that i invariably wake up every morning with a burning backache.
i am sorry to whine, but i'm having a serious "how the fuck did i get here? how the fuck do i get out?" moment and i sorely need some reminders that good things lie ahead.
i mean, i know they do. i just can't stand the wait anymore.
― mark p (Mark P), Friday, 28 March 2003 20:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― hstencil, Friday, 28 March 2003 20:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Friday, 28 March 2003 20:52 (twenty-three years ago)
That's what keeps me going - the idea that there is more to learn and experience and do and look forward to. It sounds all hokey, but, well, it works for me. Last summer I was going through an icky situation - I (seriously) kept thinking about seeing "The Two Towers" and it gave me something to look forward to, and I was able to get through the shit. So find that thing that you are anticipating - and the thing after that and the thing after that.
As far as how you got where you are - only you can know that. But as to how to get out? Hang in there, look to the future and attainable goals, and then move toward them, slowly and surely. And keep thinking about the new things that you're going to get to see and hear and taste and touch and do - it's a perpetually evolving world and there's always more to experience.
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Friday, 28 March 2003 20:58 (twenty-three years ago)
i had similar situation last year (i did a thread too, 'fucked up' or something, i cant remeber, sometimes in sept i think if you want to look)
ill be on again later, or tomorrow am...
― gareth (gareth), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:02 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nick A. (Nick A.), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:03 (twenty-three years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:06 (twenty-three years ago)
Things'll get better Mark, regroup and take care.
― chris (chris), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:08 (twenty-three years ago)
― Aaron W (Aaron W), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:11 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:12 (twenty-three years ago)
― Aaron W (Aaron W), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:14 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark p (Mark P), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:22 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark p (Mark P), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:23 (twenty-three years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:24 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:25 (twenty-three years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:25 (twenty-three years ago)
My significant other wrote a bio last year--it was one of the hardest periods of our relationship, so bad that we had to do one of those bullshit "break" things. He lost his job, got the gig writing, it seemed good, then the subject of the bio was a jerk, he was left with what he saw was a hack job instead of a decent book, the design was shit, the editor he got was a fuck up and changed all sorts of FACTS, and the publishing company refused to put any money into promoting it. I don't want to speak for him, but the description of your life is quite similar to what I saw him go through. It's now been almost six months since the book came out and it's opened a lot of doors--every review has been positive (to his shock!) and when it all comes down to it, he WROTE A BOOK--and that's what you're doing too!
I promised myself that I wouldn't write anything personal on the internet, but I figured, for your sake--because I've heard you're so gosh-darned nice, that I'd do it.
You're obviously commited to your project, it will be better than you think it is and it's an amazing acheivement. BTW: Your cover, unlike my fella's, is beautiful. I hope you get it matte! If I was your production manager, I would have insisted on it!
― cybele (cybele), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:26 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark p (Mark P), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:28 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:29 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark p (Mark P), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:29 (twenty-three years ago)
― Samson, Friday, 28 March 2003 21:31 (twenty-three years ago)
― Samson, Friday, 28 March 2003 21:32 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:35 (twenty-three years ago)
― cybele (cybele), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:35 (twenty-three years ago)
― Samson, Friday, 28 March 2003 21:36 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:38 (twenty-three years ago)
The only thing I can offer you is Guardado (in exchange for Spivey).
― lawrence kansas (lawrence kansas), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:38 (twenty-three years ago)
― cybele (cybele), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:38 (twenty-three years ago)
― cybele (cybele), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:39 (twenty-three years ago)
also mark this is all very lousy. from yr posts you always struck me as an excellent 'rebounder', for what that's worth. and however down you are on the book now, the commitment, focus etc it obv took to get you this far is worthy of praise and cheer.
― mitch lastnamewithheld (mitchlnw), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:40 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris P (Chris P), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:41 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sonny, Friday, 28 March 2003 21:43 (twenty-three years ago)
it's 5pm = i'm leaving now. but there is a high possibility i will return to this thread drunk later on tonight.
― mark p (Mark P), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:53 (twenty-three years ago)
*hugs* for mark.
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 28 March 2003 21:57 (twenty-three years ago)
Quite right. Glad to hear that this thread has helped ya, some, m'friend. We'll think the good thoughts. :-)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 29 March 2003 01:24 (twenty-three years ago)
as if it's been a fucking year! things have gotten better, for the most part. i went to europe for 5-6 months, saw a lot, met some incredible people, bred a bug. my parents have separated, thereby putting an end to a horrendous 25 year run. they believe in euthanasia. my siblings are strong but still in real trouble - i worry for their lives, almost on a daily basis. my ex is still my ex, no chance otherwise. otherwise good: i see lots of shows, write lots of stories, lead a busy life. the book came and went, minor successes, minor failures. can't imagine doing one any time soon. job opportunities are good i guess, but all in an industry that i'm increasingly ambivalent about. school and travel look appealing again.
tonight: conversations about late 20s steeped in ambivalance. begs questions, a drive i've lost touch with. even things that looked big and good only three years ago now seem small-fry and constrictive. i have a funny feeling that the wait is almost up, if not for any other reason other than i'm tired of waiting.
for now, bed.
― mark p (Mark P), Sunday, 21 March 2004 09:46 (twenty-two years ago)