Do I miss late nights out? Yes and no. Those late nights out were fun but oh so shallow. I noticed a lot of our (fiancé and I) friends dropped off the map when we got boring.
Nobody wants to sit in a loft watching movies on a Saturday night it seems. Instead they go chasing the next high, next one night stand while trying to go as fast and hard as possible. Your job may be a photographer to the hipsters, known all over the dark LA clubs. You shoot for lastnightsparty.com and your style is oh, so different. Are you in a band? Likely. You might not want to conform to the ‘taken’ status so you are in a constant ‘open relationship’ not understanding why myself or my fiancé spend so much time together. I am smothering him because I don’t want him hanging with cocaine junkies.
Wow, looking through the above mentioned site I am finding the same people doing the same thing as they were in 2005. Sad thing is now they look as if they've aged at least 10 years and every picture of them is one where their boob is falling out, eyes rolled back.
The people who are constant in the club lights trying to base their careers of fame within a group of addicts don’t have friends surrounding them either. Once you aren’t the center of the party, photographer, DJ and your life starts revolving around family life you’ll be abandoned by the majority of people that called you every weekend to see what party to meet up at. That isn’t LA fame, being known among Silverlake as a fashionista. You aren’t going to make a career off of being ironic with a group of drunks and addicts.
My life has more purpose now. Sure, I clean messes but I have a group of people who really love me. I am helping mold a human, coaching and developing. What energy I put into my day pays off later, creates an impact much more than random spit swapping on Cahuenga Blvd.
Sometimes you need to grow up, I’ll never get sick of Disneyland though.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
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