Clareified

I’ve been poker-consumed for the past week or so. Playing, watching it on TV, and planning home games. Consequently, while I have been blogging up a little storm….I’ve been doing it on that other blog.
That said, today I decided I really, really, really, really need to post something here.
It’s a bad sign, when Pi, who only reads my blog occasionally, says “yeah, you’ve been cutting and pasting others people’s stuff a lot.”
Awesome.
“Well, give me something to write about…you know, like…”resolved: something something. Then I’ll take the pro or con.”
“What is this? Debate club?”
After further pressing, she finally came up with “resolved: marriage is an obsolete institution.”
Um…I thought about it and my brain spit out something like “not enough information.”
So I passed.
But then I went blogsurfing and came across some very good postage by the master of the universe. Although I vehemently disagree with him about train travel, (i.e. I’d rather shove a fiery poker through my head than get on Amtrak going anywhere.) this post on laziness piqued my creative juices.

…consider that the average first year associate at a law firm can make, with bonus, far more than an engineer well into his career, with guaranteed advancement as long as you maintain your billable hours (and don’t royally screw something up) and it seems more to me that the primary motivator for going to law school is that it’s probably one of the easiest (and by easy, we mean least ambiguous) career path one can choose in this country.

True enough, it’s why I became a lawyer. I wanted to be rich and without any family money, technological prowess or scientific proclivities, law will out.
Obviously, with the face of my teenage self staring back at me from the screen whenever I check out my blog, she has been much on my mind.

As I was telling Karol, that girl was always planning. Only two yearbook pictures in ninth grade?

Well, in ten grade, we’d have to join more clubs! And she did it. She wanted to go to Yale, so by junior year she was President of at least half the clubs she joined sophomore year.

I had it all planned out back then: Yale, lawyer, hell out of the hood.

But pretty much once I stepped foot on the college campus, I have done nothing but lose focus.

I literally fell ass backwards into law school. (I went to a journalism job fair with fifty copies of a resume which had the wrong phone number in my header…after sloppily crossing out the offending digits on about six or so, I threw the whole stupid pile in the trash and mailed out my LSAT registration form that night.)

I pretty much fell ass backwards into every legal job I’ve had and even kinda fell ass backwards into moving out of the hood.

And even now, as I realize that my time as a corporate lawyer is fast approaching its end, I cannot muster up the slightest bit of energy or ambition to start to plan a future.

“Eh, I guess I’ll temp for a while,” is the best I’ve got. And goodness knows, you’re in big, big trouble when “temp for a while” is your Plan A.

A decade of lazy-fueled coasting has atrophied my every life planning ability.

But, no fear, this specter of impeding disaster has got to be enough to motivate me to get my act together.

Right?

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