Top Of The Food Chain
When I went out last weekend and someone came up to me asking when my next blog post is coming out- I realized, I need to step it up for the fans. So hi… welcome back to Glassbox.
I apologize for my inconsistency. My busy schedule should not inhibit me from creating my art- so I need to do a better job at that.
I sit here in my college apartment, counting down the days until graduation. Why? Because I am somewhere in between being a kid and an adult and the more time that passes the quicker I want to get old- but that is only until I hit 25 and want to look younger again.
Age theory- we are never satisfied.
And now that most of us reading this are seniors, we feel the need to boss others around. And that can look different in many situations. Whether you are a frat boy talking to your younger, and newly initiated brothers, there is a discrepancy there. Or whether you are a girl in line for the bar, we feel entitled to skip. We have paid our dues and we simply feel deserving of the best. We are predators and the prey are parasites to us (shout out the amazing spiderman 2).
I have been binging the spiderman series recently- for reference,.
Last night I had a glass of red wine during job application research just to feel something. So the question remains- how do I not blow it while at the final stretch?
Honestly- self control. This might sound stupid to you, but as someone heavily affected by fomo, sometimes staying in is really difficult. I have learned these past 2 years in college, to prioritize and balance my professional and social life. But this does not look pretty. Sometimes it looks like going to the library and then stopping by a party on the way home. Sometimes it looks like debating whether going out is worth it or not for 3 hours on the couch and then ultimately deciding to stay home and go to bed, or go out in sweats.
Anyway, as I approach the home stretch- I feel ready. Ready to take on a job that feels important to me. Ready to run adult errands like pick up my dry cleaning and make calls to the bank. Ready to go out for a drink after work and then come home to a small apartment with no closet space.
TBH this week has been boring- so see you next week with something little juicier. I’ll give you a hint: we are gonna be talking about the mean girl next door.
Xx,
Sofia Kissel
