writing vs. a career

this is easy -

I write because I love it. it's what makes me a big part of who i am.

I work at banana republic because it pays the bills - in no way shape or form would I ever choose BR over film.

They can't co-exist. one is not bert, and the other ernie. This is not sesame street. We are not singing songs telling people how we got to this point. If we did - the song would go

Can you tell me how to get
how to get to a lackluster career!

Heya Dave!
Heya bird thats big.
You seem stressed?
I am big thats big! I'm stuck at a lackluster retail establishment that has customers treating me like a second class plaything.
That's too bad Dave.
I KNOW - bird that's big.


Children - did we learn anything? We learned that dreams in their whimsical fancy are often shattered by unrealistic expectations. Anything good that happens in film always comes with a that snapshot dream, of everything working out. But rarely does everything work out - in fact, I don't think it ever has. Tom B from LOTR never got his due time. Michael still has to work with Megan Fox on Transformers three despite his alleged crew not liking her, and Somehow Avenue Q is still not turned into a movie.

But you can have it all (you can?). Well, no, not really you can't. At least not long term. At some point and time your gonna reach that crossroads - are you gonna go to chinatown? Are you going to choose a family over a career? I've seen that happen many times in my family, and I don't think they regret that decision. I know right now though, that I would. I'm not an adult yet, at least not in the complete sense. I still make stupid decisions. Or a slew of stupid decisions.

The philosopher Fred Flinstone once said 'yabba dabba doo.' Did he say that because he was happy with his work situation? he couldn't of achieved much more than a construction job at bedrock time. Was he happy with his wife and child? Or was it that delicious fucking steak every night that drove him wild? Fred in a lot of way's is like us. He seems to have it all, but he has to make a choice. At the end of the day what did he choose? Was he really happy? Only you can figure that out when you ask yourself 'yabba dabba doooo.'

PS. Fucking Fred, learn some real english already. You're not a fucking caveman.