When you’re 21 in LA…
…no one cares about how talented you are. I don’t mind being underappreciated. That doesn’t bother me. I’ve been underappreciated my whole life by everyone except my friends and family, or at least that’s how I make myself feel. There are a few advantages to this mindset:
1. I feel like the world is against me.
This is great. When you feel like there is no way to win, victory is surprising. If I pay a bill on time or my bank account doesn’t get overdrafted, I do a little dance.
2. Time is precious in transactions.
I used poetic liscense for this one. What I mean is that no one says hello to each other on an everyday basis. I might have the same teller at the bank 3 times in a row, I know their name and they know mine but…neither of us care. First name basis means speaking, speaking means output of brain waves, so usually you’re just wasting energy on each other. It won’t get you points-you’re at the bank. It won’t get you money, because the bank takes that, and even when it’s yours, they use it. Slimey.
Good Day LA! Gofuckyourself!
