Friend Diet

As I distance myself from the cookie cutter norms of society my friendship circle coincidentally gets smaller. Last Friday I found myself alone, tipsy and completely satisfied. I attempted to invite others for gallery hopping but as usual I was unaccompanied. Without the appropriate partner in crime I found myself a bit apprehensive about indulging in art and liquor alone. Nonetheless after going to the first two openings I decided to cut my social umbilical cord. Making my way through the heavy populated Chelsea galleries I began to reevaluate the people in my life and how their influence may or may not have contributed to my development.

The moment this reflection came into my mind I found myself staring up at a masculine driven painting that had a penis ejaculating onto a keyboard. It is precisely here that I arrived at my climax of thought, (with the help of the ample supply of Stella Artois of course)! I seriously need to cut the friendships out of my life that are no longer benefiting me in a positive way. I have grown tired of chasing after people just with the hopes of sustaining some already forgotten friendship. I don’t mean to sound self indulgent but at the end of the day you are the company you keep. So as I tighten my conglomerate I'm compelling you to do the same!

Lykke Li - Everybody but me

Just bee's and thangs and flowers

That's all I really need so why am I engulfed into some spiritual wasteland? As I search for the meaning behind my discontent it's pretty clear that my place of employment is the culprit. A couple of years back I met a wealthy Princetonian who so happened to be a holistic follower. Within five minutes into our conversation she told me that I had a certain aura around me and that I should refrain from any career that heavily involved computers or technology. She believed that my purpose and happiness in life would come from the selfless act of helping others. Fast forward two years and I'm an analyst at a financial firm who utterly hates her job. As "I told you so," resonates throughout my entire body I find it disturbing that it took me two years to realize that my joy in life could be my career. With that said I refuse to become just another number, a bar code, a statistic being pushed along the conveyor belt of conformity ultimately becoming some malnourished android. My definition of success is not climbing the corporate ladder of hierarchy so you can keep your cufflinks, cubicle and corporate credit card. Yes life has its perpetual beauty but right now it pretty much blows, no orgasm just a vibrator of complacency.

Roy Ayers - Everybody Loves The Sunshine