Does Mike really have bad luck?

Our hero just called me and told me that he was on the freeway stuck on the side of the road with a flat tire, with a full bladder and tons of things to take care of tonight. It really bothers me that Mike believes that he has the worst luck. I don't think he has the worst luck.

Given all the tickets, the car accidents, the flat tires, being hit by moving vehicles, his horrible taste in girls..does Mike have bad luck?

I am sure he's going to recap the mis-adventure of being stuck on the 605, with a flat, needing to pee, fearing impending death waiting for a tow truck.

~kp

Fear of failure

I kept wondering why I wasn't enjoying school this semester. I kept asking myself why I was ditching class, procrastinating on my essays (AND MY STORIES!). Alas, I realized what the problem was. I didn't want to major in communications management. So I decided to drop that major. Once I did, I felt this huge wave of relief. I'm still majoring in what I really love, writing. I should be getting my master's degree in professional writing by Fall '06. Or it should at least be mostly done.

Why did I major in communications management in the first place? Fear. I fear failure. Honestly, what are the chances of me becoming a successful (meaning money-making) writer? Slim, right? That's what I thought. So I said, hm, I can probably get a good job in communications if I earned my MA in it. It was to be backup.

But why work so hard in something I didn't really want to do? So I thought and prayed and thought some more. "I need to drop this major." And I did. I informed them Monday morning that I won't be returning next semester.

If I fail at being a writer, I fail. But I won't EVER be happy working in the communications field, unless I'm a writer. So that's it. That's my story. Peace.

Public blogging

One of my good friends recently asked me why I post personal stuff on a public blog. I had to think about this for a few minutes, but couldn't come up with a good answer. Well, my co-worker gave me one. She said that writing is the medium I'm comfortable with. That makes sense. And then I read this article today about families' letters to their soldiers who died in combat.

I liked this quote:

"But there's something about the Net that allows people to say intimate things in new and deeper ways," Suman said. "You can just pour things out of yourself, put it on the screen and hit a button, and it's gone. People are less guarded."

The Internet provides a safe outlet for me. But I'm coming to think that it's not the best outlet. Nothing beats human contact.