Second First Entry

Within hours of posting my very first blog entry ever, one of my closest friends (who I think is a professional blogger but no one is really sure what he does for a living) immediately dismissed my blog as lacking purpose and reason.  To which, my reply was "whats the real purpose of a blog?" Am I supposed to be using my blog to change the world? Are the words I'm typing right now going to single handily pull our economy out of the toilet? As a former (and hopefully future) online marketing professional, my own conscience will not let me monetize my blog and let Google AdSense post ads alongside of my words that their algorithms deem to be revelant to my ranting. My initial intention of writing a blog was not to become a blogger (yes of course I realize its a self defeating prophecy).  But, I dont want twitter with you. I dont want you to add me to your facebook or your linkedin networks. I dont use myspace anymore except to listen to new bands. And if you use friendster go fuck yourself.  I'm writing this blog for me. I'd rather put my thoughts on "paper" as a type of cathartic excercise instead of seeing a therapist; hopefully leaving me some miniscule sense of accomplishment in what has recently been an existence of futility. 

Maybe as I continue to write here a greater purpose will emerge, but for now my entries will be pure rants.  Some will be funnier than others and some might end up being a little darker than you would expect from me.  These are my thoughts, these are only my thoughts.

First - 02.22.09

As of January 5th, 2008 I have been unemployed for 48 days.  I have not put on a pair of pants that aren't of the sweat or jean persuasion since interviewing at Emory for their MBA program almost a month ago.  My internal timeclock is now so messed up that I can't fall asleep before 3am and routinely sleep until 11am or noon every day.  On an almost daily basis, friends from across the country and family members in other parts of the world, invite me to come visit them.  The irony of being unemployed though is that I have limitless free time on my hands but feel economically limited and am admittedly afraid to accept any of these invitations at the risk of spending my goverment issued salary.  So instead, I sit on my couch at great length, go the gym two to three times a week, play tennis every wednesday night and try to socialize as much as my friends will allow themselves.  While I am actively job searching and patiently waiting to hear from the three MBA programs I submitted applications to, my life is decidely one of leisure, just not the brand of leisure I would prefer to partake in.....sigh