This one might be a long one, just a heads up. So I just got a new job last week busing tables at a restaurant. Now I have no problem busing tables, because I needed a job and have no qualms about cleaning up after people. But it did make me start thinking about some things.
If I could go back in time four years, or eight, or ten, and ask my younger self what I thought about my future, I'm not sure what I would've said. I'm very much a go-with-the-flow type guy, and don't worry too much about what the future holds. I probably would've assumed that I would be teaching, or working for some business, making plenty of money and being a stable adult. If I had known that I would be living in South Philly, not making much money, and generally living, as my friend refers to it, "in a fantasy world", I would've never believed it.
I also wonder what people who I used to know might think of me now. High school classmates and teachers, college friends and professors. Would they believe that I still had long, shaggy hair and a thick beard? Or that I sit on my stoop for a few hours a day chatting with neighbors and smoking hand rolled cigarettes? I doubt any of them envisioned that as my future. But what does it all mean exactly?
I don't view myself as a failure in any way, shape, or form. Would I like to be making more money? Of course, but so would most people. Would I like to get a job that I loved doing? Absolutely, but I know that is a luxury for most of the world. And am I happy with my life? Certainly, at least most of the time. Which leads me to the "motivation" part.
I am incredibly envious of people who seem to have it figured out. My little sister is currently in San Diego, working for a non-profit that she feels passionately about. And while I couldn't be happier for her, I'm also jealous that she has found something she loves doing. There are things in this world that I believe in, and things in this world that I really enjoy doing. But I don't know that I've found something that I have that kind of passion for yet. I'm not sure if it's because I'm still growing up, or because I haven't tried hard enough, or if that thing just hasn't come along in my life yet. But I think it would be really cool to have that thing to push me.
As I said, I am very happy with the life I lead. I realize what a great life I've lead, and couldn't ask for much more. I just can't help but wonder, if life has taken me down this path that I never expected already, what's next?
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Where I Live
It's been a while since I've written anything, mostly because I've been pretty busy, but also just because I haven't made time for it. Now that I'm semi-unemployed, I should be writing more, so here goes nothing.
I have been fortunate enough to live in South Philly for two years now, and have loved pretty much every minute of it. I live in a large house with 5 other wonderful roommates, although two of them are rarely around. Some of those roommates have come and gone, or are on their way out, or are new, but in general, everyone who has lived here while I have has been awesome.
I'm also lucky enough to live on a superb block. I know my neighbors, and they know me, and we all get along swimmingly. I can generally sit on my stoop and find someone to have a conversation with anytime of day or night, and it's pretty fantastic. I've made plenty of friends, and had some crazy experiences that I wouldn't trade for anything.
I think now that we have been here for two years, we are pretty well entrenched in the community. Me especially. Part of the reason is that I'm on the stoop anywhere from 2-8 hours a day, partially because I'm smoking or drinking with my neighbors, and in part because I just enjoy it. Our stoop can be an escape, in a people-watching, chilling sense, not a middle-of-the-woods sense. And that's what it has been for me these past few years.
I can go out on my stoop, smoke a cigarette, and just think. About whatever problems I may have, about family and friends, about life in general. Sometimes my neighbors help me take my mind of things by coming over, drinking a beer or two, and discussing anything from sports to neighbors to race relations and beyond. And it's fantastic.
I know that at some point, probably sooner rather than later, this great ride is going to come to an end. As I said, roommates have already come and gone, and most are closer to leaving now. I myself may be closer to leaving than I even know, who knows? But I do know that I will cherish this time in my life, and the friends I have made, and wish that it never had to end (at risk of sounding cliche).
The moral of this story, I think, is that there are certain parts about growing up that suck. As I get older, and come to grips with that, and prepare for another part of my life, I find myself becoming more and more reminiscent, missing people and times and places, and worrying about difficult goodbyes.
I hope this doesn't come off as too sad, because that was not my intention. I am super thankful for the experiences I've had and the people I've met here in South Philly. I've been just about as lucky as anyone could ask for. I know that I have nothing but good times ahead, and look forward to them. I'm just in a reflective mood, and I know that when I leave, whenever that is, I'm going to miss the hell out of Wharton School for the Gifted.
I have been fortunate enough to live in South Philly for two years now, and have loved pretty much every minute of it. I live in a large house with 5 other wonderful roommates, although two of them are rarely around. Some of those roommates have come and gone, or are on their way out, or are new, but in general, everyone who has lived here while I have has been awesome.
I'm also lucky enough to live on a superb block. I know my neighbors, and they know me, and we all get along swimmingly. I can generally sit on my stoop and find someone to have a conversation with anytime of day or night, and it's pretty fantastic. I've made plenty of friends, and had some crazy experiences that I wouldn't trade for anything.
I think now that we have been here for two years, we are pretty well entrenched in the community. Me especially. Part of the reason is that I'm on the stoop anywhere from 2-8 hours a day, partially because I'm smoking or drinking with my neighbors, and in part because I just enjoy it. Our stoop can be an escape, in a people-watching, chilling sense, not a middle-of-the-woods sense. And that's what it has been for me these past few years.
I can go out on my stoop, smoke a cigarette, and just think. About whatever problems I may have, about family and friends, about life in general. Sometimes my neighbors help me take my mind of things by coming over, drinking a beer or two, and discussing anything from sports to neighbors to race relations and beyond. And it's fantastic.
I know that at some point, probably sooner rather than later, this great ride is going to come to an end. As I said, roommates have already come and gone, and most are closer to leaving now. I myself may be closer to leaving than I even know, who knows? But I do know that I will cherish this time in my life, and the friends I have made, and wish that it never had to end (at risk of sounding cliche).
The moral of this story, I think, is that there are certain parts about growing up that suck. As I get older, and come to grips with that, and prepare for another part of my life, I find myself becoming more and more reminiscent, missing people and times and places, and worrying about difficult goodbyes.
I hope this doesn't come off as too sad, because that was not my intention. I am super thankful for the experiences I've had and the people I've met here in South Philly. I've been just about as lucky as anyone could ask for. I know that I have nothing but good times ahead, and look forward to them. I'm just in a reflective mood, and I know that when I leave, whenever that is, I'm going to miss the hell out of Wharton School for the Gifted.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Intro
So I have been contemplating starting a blog for a while, and now I'm doing it. I figured the best way to start would be to write about myself, and although I know pretty much everyone who reads this will know me, I'm going to do it anyways.
-The name of this blog is a combination of two of my nicknames, "Waters" and "The Big Cat". It is not meant to be poetic. How did I get those nicknames? I don't really know. I also go by RaRa, Rah-rah Lah-hah, R-Dawg, or just Rorie.
-I was born in Baltimore, and grew up in Severna Park, Maryland. For now I live in South Philadelphia, and I love it.
-I have an awesome family and a really great group of friends from both my hometown and here in Philadelphia. I am also terrible at keeping in touch, and they don't hold it against me, which makes them even more awesome.
-I am a terrible morning person. Or more generally, a terrible waking up person. As in, I never want to wake up, and not in a depressing, can't get out of bed kind of way.
-I like sports, a lot. I will probably write about sports on this blog sometimes. However I don't have cable, so my opinions are based on whatever I can see/read whenever I can.
-I am open about lots of things, but not everything. I am easy-going and open-minded, and generally like just about everybody, so if I don't like you, there must be something really wrong with you (just kidding).
-It's hard for me to be mean, even jokingly (see above fact).
-I very rarely reread what I write, so I don't edit what I write. Don't hold it against me.
-I procrastinate, and am consistently late. I like to consider myself always "fashionably late".
-I like drinking beer, sometimes too much for my own good.
-I'd like to think I'm a pretty smart guy and a pretty decent writer. You may disagree. That's okay. I'm aware that I am neither the smartest nor the best writer ever. It's okay. I'm over it.
-I have a beard, and I love it. But not in an obsessive, "I'll never shave it" kind of way. Once upon a time, I had some pretty terrible mustaches. Photo evidence does exist. I'm not ashamed.
-I will try to post here somewhat frequently, especially early on. I may also stop posting after two weeks, in which case I'm sure you will be terribly disappointed. I'm sorry. I go with the flow, so I write when I feel like it.
That's about all I've got for now. Hope that wasn't too long (I'm still learning this whole blogging thing)...
-The name of this blog is a combination of two of my nicknames, "Waters" and "The Big Cat". It is not meant to be poetic. How did I get those nicknames? I don't really know. I also go by RaRa, Rah-rah Lah-hah, R-Dawg, or just Rorie.
-I was born in Baltimore, and grew up in Severna Park, Maryland. For now I live in South Philadelphia, and I love it.
-I have an awesome family and a really great group of friends from both my hometown and here in Philadelphia. I am also terrible at keeping in touch, and they don't hold it against me, which makes them even more awesome.
-I am a terrible morning person. Or more generally, a terrible waking up person. As in, I never want to wake up, and not in a depressing, can't get out of bed kind of way.
-I like sports, a lot. I will probably write about sports on this blog sometimes. However I don't have cable, so my opinions are based on whatever I can see/read whenever I can.
-I am open about lots of things, but not everything. I am easy-going and open-minded, and generally like just about everybody, so if I don't like you, there must be something really wrong with you (just kidding).
-It's hard for me to be mean, even jokingly (see above fact).
-I very rarely reread what I write, so I don't edit what I write. Don't hold it against me.
-I procrastinate, and am consistently late. I like to consider myself always "fashionably late".
-I like drinking beer, sometimes too much for my own good.
-I'd like to think I'm a pretty smart guy and a pretty decent writer. You may disagree. That's okay. I'm aware that I am neither the smartest nor the best writer ever. It's okay. I'm over it.
-I have a beard, and I love it. But not in an obsessive, "I'll never shave it" kind of way. Once upon a time, I had some pretty terrible mustaches. Photo evidence does exist. I'm not ashamed.
-I will try to post here somewhat frequently, especially early on. I may also stop posting after two weeks, in which case I'm sure you will be terribly disappointed. I'm sorry. I go with the flow, so I write when I feel like it.
That's about all I've got for now. Hope that wasn't too long (I'm still learning this whole blogging thing)...
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