The Chicago Recap.
May 25, 2011
We’re going to ignore the fact that I haven’t updated this blog, and I am most certainly going to ignore any form of apology because I offer them too often in regards to “90% Munz”. That being said, I’m back and we’re going to get started. (I think this is the part where you take a shot.)
Thunderstorms and wet clothes. That’s my Wednesday evening! I also have a bit of a cold that I can’t seem to shake, despite the heavy amounts of Theraflu I’m drinking. I blame my weird diet, my tap water supply and the fact that I can’t tell whether or not I should wear shorts or not. All you folks who said Chicago’s weather is super weird were incredibly right. I don’t think I’ve ever been this confused on what to wear in my whole life. To those of you who haven’t been following along, I moved to Chicago April 21st with the intention of immersing myself in the improv world and trying out a whole new way of life. In doing so I actually tried a different take on a blog, which ended up being too much work and quite pathetic (though, special thanks to Rachel S. for making a killer header for me!). So, back to the original blog!
I’ve been keeping a bit of a journal here, and wanted to showcase some excerpts so you get an idea of how the transition from a small Wyoming town to the big city has toyed with my head.
- “I feel like I should take up smoking or something. That way I have something to do other than see depressing movies (The Beaver) and eat.”
- “God, look at me. Smiling, friendless, wandering around aimlessly looking for some semblance of purpose.”
- “I miss touch. That’s weird. But I miss touching people. It’s the city… I’m not depressed. I won’t allow it. I won’t allow it. It’s a sad life, but goddamn it, I’m too optimistic to be sad.”
- “I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss the quiet simplicity of Jackson Hole. The smiling faces. The love. The scenery. How am I going to live here? What am I doing here?”
Those were excerpts from a few weeks ago. The first weeks were hard here, there’s no doubt about it. But I feel much better now, and things have been shaping up. As seen in the following excerpts:
- “Saw some terrible improv shows yesterday, so I feel like I could push myself to a point of success. It’s all a matter of commitment. I can’t give up and don’t want to.”
- “I came to Chicago for a reason. Not because I’m willing to wait for things to fall into my lap, but because I want to achieve my fucking goals, man. This is my life and I’m done dicking around.”
- “I don’t have any restraints except my own lack of willpower. Where there’s a will, there’s always a way. Always. Smile, think positive and move forward. Don’t just move on. Move forward.”