@tigger said in Worst party ever survey:
@hog said in Worst party ever survey:
@tigger said in Worst party ever survey:
When I went to NYC before we had this virus thing I usually ended up on a string of (usually?) rooftop parties. I loved it, old friends, new acquaintances, climbing on sketchy ladders to places.
But once, this girl from work said she’s throwing this great party in their loft in Brooklyn and expecting another string of fun parties I went and got transported into the world of 20-somethings doing simple jobs in NYC planning to make it as actors, singer-songwriters and so on. And that’s fine and could be really nice place to hang out, but these people, they were just so bad. They were boring and, uhm, stupid or maybe uninformed? There was nothing you could (or they did) talk about. I left early feeling really depressed. I didn’t realize there is a world of young people with dreams that are somehow already shattered, with ambition that is clearly so far beyond the capabilities. The mildly aggressive hobos trying to get a cigarette out of me (I’ve never smoked) on the way back looked more interesting.
I’m never had the luxury of such dreams. When my first job didn’t work out at 16, I tried to make a career out of watching MTV all night and sleeping all day but Mum came into my bedroom one morning and started hitting me with the classifieds section of the of the weekend newspaper. Pre-internet, it was about the thickness of a decent sized cities white pages. Anyway, she told me to get a job or go back to school. I took the first job I could get.
Who knows what I dreams I could have had dashed had I more understanding parents.
It was a long time ago but the sad part wasn’t that they were not successful. Almost nobody is. I know people that struggled with side hustles their whole life to make it in acting and they never “made it”, but they are still great people that are good at it and it was their life’s passion.
But in this case it was sort of without any talent, passion, motivation, goals, or any kind of work. Maybe I’m just being mean.
It’s the cult of celebrity crashing into the rise of the YouTuber generation. If you don’t aspire to being famous and wealthy for doing something as talented and difficult as waking up in a van somewhere, then you’re nobody. Once you fear you’re nobody, you’ve arrived at the party.
