You are Beautiful.

by brits2z on Dec.23, 2011, under Thoughts of a Daydreamer

I have been taking a break from the “coming of age” blog and focusing more on my “positive” blog. I love it. Absolutely love the feeling I get when writing the fighting stress blog. So far the results have been great also. :) This blog, however isn’t about either of those. It’s about publicly journaling about beauty.

I have recently added facebook timeline. It’s main function is to better highlight the users life or “story”. So tonight I’ve been thinking of my life in snapshots. Memories become a montage to my Nizlopi radio on Pandora. Maybe it’s the music, or maybe the season, but I feel like my life has been…beautiful. If you think about it in the form of timeline snapshots, everybody’s lives are beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. So I think I’m going to try and fill out my timeline as much and honestly as I can. My life is beautiful, and there is nothing about it for me to be ashamed or feel down about. Thank you God for tonight’s enlightenment. :)

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Fighting a Stress Monster

by brits2z on Dec.06, 2011, under Thoughts of a Daydreamer

I’ve been in a funk lately. Pointless stress has made me grumpy, depressed, and made my face break out. :( I’ve decided to take creative measures of altering this problem. I have a new blog now on blogspot. This one will still be updated randomly for overyourhead materials. For a fun, stress free, and positive blog that is easy to read and interactive, go to (all one word and lowercase) FiGhtiNG StreSS 7 at blogspot dot com. I also have badly drawn art work on there! Check it out!!!



P.S. This site gets a lot of spam comments. I’m hoping to weed those out as well. Sorry for the non easily accessible link.

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Hope in Societal Sight?

by brits2z on Nov.01, 2011, under Coming of Age in a Hopeless Era <—- copy and paste if you want to follow along visually.

If you went to the Google Internet Search engine and typed in the word “people”.

This is what you’d found:

1.)Mostly groups or crowds.
2.)Several groups or crowd images without color or faces.

When looking at real people, I noticed a generalization.

1.)Slim women and fit men.
2.) Professionally dressed individuals.
3.) Typical ages ranging from the mid 20’s to late 50’s
4.) Light skin color. Caucasian, Asian, Pacific Islander, Hispanic decedents.
5.) Only two “dark-skinned” or “African” Americans seen on first three pages.

Every individual could’ve been a model. In fact, it wasn’t until the next few pages that I started noticing minorities.
Listed by Page Number:

5th) “Vertically challenged” family is seen in a view that makes obvious that they are different.
7Th) Picture made up of individuals over 60 years old.
7Th) Not-aesthetically-pleasing/physically deformed individual is shown.
10Th) Non-professional occupation is represented.
11Th) A Physically obese person is shown. In which they are labeled as “fat.”
11th) Non-happy malnourished faces are shown.
13Th) Dirty individuals. They are labeled as rat people.
15Th) Images no longer contain humans but rather a label of Florida Orange and Canines.

Until the 11th page humans appear to be smiling, often times clasping their hands or caught in mid applause.

What does this say about humans? What does this say about us? Are these images based off of what society views as the ideal person or is our ideal person based off of these images or others like it?

According to these images, are we not “people” if we are overweight, if we don’t have professional occupations, if we have a darker complexion, and do not wear a smile 24/7? With the vast variety of emotions and feelings felt every day why is only happiness, demonstrated? Are we so obsessed with perfection that anything less gets booted down towards the dogs? Does this in anyway demonstrate what we think about ethnicity, gender, age, physical appearance? Does it demonstrate what our bosses, peers, and children might think as well? It’s no wonder why we suffer so much pressure and anxiety each day. Not only do we have to fight tooth and nail for basic survival, strain to make our way up to the surface, but we also take time and energy maintaining and altering ourselves in attempt to be classified as a person.

What happens if we google one specific group instead of people? When searching the word “women” the result is much different. Pictures on page one:

1.) Naked anatomy diagram.
2.) Half naked couple sleeping.
3.) Bra-less Cameron Diaz sporting a thin revealing top.
4.) Rosie the Riveter.
5.) A badly beaten victim.
6.) Painting of naked women standing in front of fully clothed Arab men.
7.) Wonder Woman
8.) Sexiest Women Magazine Article Cover
9.) Nude painting of 3 women. One riding another’s shoulders while whispering to the third.
There are also a few women that have facial expressions representing worry, frustration, while others are seductively pulling their sleeves down for the camera. What does this say of our view of women? Are females really seen as seductive, emotional, and victims?

When “men” is searched the results also vary. We see:

1.) Few smiles.
2.) Mainly shown from the neck or shoulders up.
3.) Perfectly groomed hair.
4.) Physically fit
5.) Dressed professionally, dressy casual, or shirtless
Surprisingly, there is one blond female on the first page as well?
So is this more accurate of men? Are they typically less happy, tightly groomed, with brown or blond hair?
I could go on with the searching, instead, I want to ask you, my commenters:

What are your thoughts? Is Internet portrayal accurate to what “society” or more narrowly, the “American society,” sees? Is this right or wrong? Do we sometimes adhere to the same views? How does this affect our lives on a daily basis?
As always I encourage you to search for yourself. Always question everything.



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Playing Job-Stress with Laura Ingles

by brits2z on Oct.26, 2011, under Coming of Age in a Hopeless Era

Before I begin, more info on job stress and the average American work day can be found at:


On beautiful days like today, I enjoy taking walks with my ipod. My path leads me past a few churches, alongside a cemetery, through a few playgrounds, and finally to a trail beside an elementary school. As I walked and listened to my assortment of random music, I began to think about “play”. As a child, I ran to a slide, climbed up the ladder, slid myself down and then RAN somewhere else. Children do pull ups on monkey bars for fun. They have to be told NOT to run indoors. While they play, they are constantly stretching, pushing, pulling, and working out their muscles. They have to be told to stop when it’s time to go inside. It made me question: When did exercise stop becoming fun? Today many people have to make a conscious effort to force themselves to walk that path, to stretch their muscles, to lift those weights because they can no longer lift themselves. When did natural human movement become work? I witnessed a group of children playing on one of the playgrounds. Siblings, varying in ages from youth to preteen. I noticed that the older a child became, the less active they were. Is this because we grow out of movement? Kindergärtners have a lot of recess time, but each school year afterwards “play time” dwindles. By fourth grade, children are forced to sit in a desk for 8 or 9 hours a day. They might have a P.E. class an hour every other day, or for a few weeks out of the semester, but even then “sports” aren’t nearly as active as simple playground play. By adulthood, our bodies are sedentary. Basic motions, like walking around a track or lifting a 20 pound weight, become difficult. As a society we don’t enjoy what we are not already good at.

What would happen if there was an adult sized playground? Would 20 year old individuals still gather and argue over pieces of paper with pictures on them? Would 30 year old people still charge sea shells to slide down the slide? Would their be playground bullying and pudding cup trades? Yes.

Did those things ever really stop? Do we not still argue over money – a piece of paper with pictures printed on it. We pay admission everywhere, even to park a car. Corporations push around the little guys. Despite the Occupation, Wall Street still trades stock. We live in a playground world. We’ve just been told for so long that “playing” isn’t fun anymore.

I was watching “Little House on the Prairie” tonight with my dad. He commented about how things “used to be”. It was the first episode where “pa” breaks his ribs and cannot work for 10 days. The Irishman tries to take away the Ingles Oxen claiming it was in the “mortgage”. In order for Charles to keep the oxen – i.e. their livelihood/survival – he needed to stack the sacks of grain with four broken ribs. If you have ever had a broken bone, you know how impossible this sounds. Charles, in desperation for his family, tries. His two young daughters attempt to help but aren’t able to lift the feed. As if a miracle happens, the other towns men come over to help. Together they form an assembly line, pull together, and stand up against the man. “People don’t want to help each other anymore.” said my father. I agree, in some sense, people don’t help like they should. Many times it is out of fear. On the other hand, isn’t the Occupation, or the petition against making Internet streaming illegal, and other forms of protesting exactly that?

There are a lot of people upset with the Occupation because they aren’t “contributing to the economy” by sitting. That may be true. The protesters claim to be looking at a bigger picture. They are trying to fight for the majority in a peaceful, yet forceful way. The men of Walnut Grove couldn’t help Charles forever. They had to put their own work aside temporarily. Yet, it’s this act that is supposed to motivate us. Inspire us. Remind us that we are all in it together. We make things right. We take back control of our own town.

It’s difficult. We depend on our jobs just as much as pioneers did. Work is interesting in American History. Originally, settlers were the 2nd sons of the wealthy, therefore they didn’t work except for basic survival.

Then laws made it necessary for individuals to work up to 4 hours a day. These were pre-American Independence days. Now, Americans work on average 8.7 hours a day outside the home. They spend an additional 4 or 5 hours taking care of others. They manage household activities. They maintain other non-leisure obligations. By the end of the day an average American has about 2 hours of leisure time before going to bed and waking up to start again.

Americans work harder and longer than ever before. What are the effects of this? In the 1990’s, 40% of polled workers admitted that their jobs caused extreme levels of stress. That’s just under 50%. By 2000, that number had risen to 80%. Almost 100%! What’s even worse is that when polled in the 90’s, three-fourths believed that there was more job related stress than a generation ago. In 2000, 62% of Americans had physical stress related problems after work. On the job violence has also risen. Just ask postal workers. As children, we dreamed of growing up and working. We played like business people, doctors, dressed up as a mailmen, and pretended we worked a cash registers. Now as adults, job stress is the number one cause for work related deaths among women. It’s the second cause for men. Why did this happen? Why do individuals have to stress so much in order to make pieces of paper with pictures on them? When did playing become torture?

Is there any hope in untangling the lines between work and play? Are there really groups of people out there pulling together against the man for the good of each other? Is there any hope out there for us? For our jobs? For our mentality? Or is it better this way?

Your thoughts, questions, comments, stories, and concerns are always welcome in the comment section below.

Thank you for reading,


*side note* You can find out more about job related stress at the following links:

Also, for tips on relieving job-stress :

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Nizlopi Night

by brits2z on Oct.20, 2011, under Coming of Age in a Hopeless Era

After submitting more job applications, getting grilled about my future – by parents, and listening to several Jackie Chan music videos on Youtube, I begin to think about the conflict in my mind, a society programmed to keep moving. Costa Ricans often comment on how fast the U.S. moves. We rush from birth. Mothers try to find ways to give birth quicker, faster, more pain free. I remember my mom jumping on a trampoline during a full moon when she was pregnant with my little brother, hoping that he would come soon. At birth, we dive into our first bath, expedite to our first nap, and fling into our first true social encounter. Life stages move quicker after that. Giant faces teach language. Hands from the sky pull us up in effort to help us walk. Voices tell us to strive for more. As children, we “play” for only a short time. Then we must focus on classes, learning, networking, getting good grades so that we can graduate to the next level. The next level succeeds to the next until it is time for us to “push” the new generation. If we manage to pass each level only in death, then do we succeed in succeeding? Is this worth it? When do we take time to admire the life that we have? When do we breathe? While running between staircase obligations, what is the point?

I don’t suggest that we stop trying. However, as a society we put too much pressure on the next step. Take the Bowhead Whale for example. They currently hold the #2 title for longest living creature. Bowhead Whales move really slow and remain introverted creatures. Most travel in groups of 3, unless it’s mating season. During this time they meet up with about 50 others for a short romp. Bowhead’s can dive for 45 minutes and swim 15 mph. Nevertheless, just because they can doesn’t mean they do. Most of the time, these whales only dive for 15 minute increments and swim under 5 miles an hour. Could this slow pace help account for their long lives? Isn’t it interesting that most of those animals with longer lifespans – such as the Galapagos Tortoise and the Elephant – are slower moving creatures? As irrational as it would be for us as individuals to move at drastically slower speeds, perhaps we could still take a cue from our “elders”?

Tibetan Monks have a significantly high lifespan. They have also taken a vow of poverty. Why is it that those in poverty in America have significantly higher health problems than those with more financial support, yet impoverished monks live relatively healthy, enriched, and long lives? Some would say physical fitness, others would say dietary results, while some scientists point to meditation. MRI’s have shown amazing differences in the brains of lifelong meditating individuals. Those that meditate have less emotional responses to distractions in life, they have an almost effortless concentration span, and even cardiovascular differences have been recorded.

If we were able to value inner peace in this country, then maybe we would be more capable of handling the stress of our everyday lives better. Can you imagine being able to REALLY focus on your work at work, and your home at home? Some studies say 60% of hospital visits are stress related in one way or another. High stress causes mental, physical, and emotional disorders which can be passed on to future generations. Do we really want that for our children? Buddhists adhere to the thought that to “want” is to “suffer.” This leads to things like unhappiness, stress, lost fulfillment, and takes one further from enlightenment or inner peace. This brings up the age old “would you rather” question.

Would you rather have all the money in the world, but be alone and unhappy?


Would you rather be poor and surrounded by people that love and care about you, causing you to be happy?

Why choose though? Why not take time to breathe, meditate, pray, walk, enjoy the now, whilst working at a steadier more balanced pace towards the future? Does “hope” reside in this balance? Is it in the philosophical crevice that is internal and external balance? Or is this too, just another airy idea? Will good things really come if we find our inner selves? Or should we instead continue to push harder in order to force life into action? You tell me.

Feel free to leave your questions, comments, and concerns in the section below. You can also send me a message.

*Side note*

“Worry” by Nizlopi

Is your brain all angry?
When you wake up too,
In the city sounds,
Palestine news.
Whether you’re really in love,
Whether she loves you too,
Whether you’re meant to be doing,
What you do

You keep worrying about yourself,
Yeah, you keep worrying about yourself.
Oh it leads to nowhere else,
If you keep worrying about yourself.

More lyrics:
All about Nizlopi:

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Forgotten Frost

by brits2z on Oct.16, 2011, under Coming of Age in a Hopeless Era

I received a call tonight from a friend who has forgotten me. “I think you called the wrong Brittany,” I said. “Sorry,” she replied. A minute later I received a text. “Um, who is this?” she sent. “Don’t worry about it.” I text back. Saddened by the knowledge that my programmed name didn’t ring a bell, I decided not to bother with informing her. That’s one of the consequences of graduating. Once gone, you begin to fade from acquaintances’ minds. Current students tend to ignore graduated friends. They become so caught up in deadlines and play; people of older days seem too far away. However, this is not wise.

With todays job market being so rough, one needs all the support, networking, and advice they can get. If current students would pay attention to the difficulties graduates are facing, they might be better prepared to face the looming challenges. Why ignore the people walking first, when it is advisable to observe the effects of their footsteps? Part of it is because as a society, we tend to focus on ourselves first, those immediately in sight second, and those moved on last. One of my former professors from Taiwan frequently remarked that Americans use the word “I” (or it’s equivalent) more than any other group of people that he’s been around. We are so caught up in ourselves at times (and getting ahead) that we forget to question the “right” path, blindly traveling where the money sign points. Ever watch Roadrunner cartoons, or even Bugs Bunny, where there is a race and the leader changes the sign with the arrow, causing it to point opponents in the opposite direction? Do you wonder if that has happened to us?

I read an article today, or blog rather, about “10 reasons you should never get a job”. The author promoted self-employment rather than working for a corporation. He encouraged Internet selling or website marketing in order to get paid, even while sleeping. Upon initial thought, the notion of this working out for everyone sounds preposterous, however the author then called out the elephant in the room. He argues that we only think self employment isn’t an option because we have been socialized with the necessity to work for someone else. We strive in school to get good grades, so we can get into post secondary school, so we can get better jobs, in order to have a family, which allows our children better opportunities to get into better schools, so they can get better jobs, so their children can have better opportunities at schools, and so forth – whilst paying attention to things like run-on sentences, grammar, word choice, what fraternity/sorority to join in order to meet and greet the right people that may be able to further our abundance of contacts, which could or could not make our lives “oh so much simpler” and enriched. Why??? Because we don’t want to be the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free, or the wretched refuse upon our own teeming shore. We’re here already! This is “our” America. All of us came here for a meal. In America, our paths can be very well paved for us. Should we always be so eager to take the road well traveled? What happens if “everyone” starts walking off the beaten path? If it becomes popular, will the self employment on a larger scale do more harm than good? Or for many of us, is this the only way to go? What exactly does it mean to take a situation in our own hands? Do we start our own path, or get the gumption to follow the current one?

Is there any hope in this “self-employment” idea? If so, is it like an endangered animal, constantly on the verge of extinction? Just a few more questions to add as we continue our search for “hope”

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Flying into Darkness

by brits2z on Oct.12, 2011, under Coming of Age in a Hopeless Era

Tonight my readers, I shall tell you a personal tale.

Recently I went on a marvelous vacation with my mother to Maui. I was able to spend an incredible two weeks without having to worry about money, school applications, job applications, curve ball emails, real world decisions, constant nagging, and feelings of disappointment. I was living, truly living, in a place where the sun shone for five hours after it had set at home. As we were returning back to the mainland, I gazed out my window, looking over the pacific ocean, and watched as we flew away from the light and into the darkness.

On the trip I met individuals from all over the world. Hawaiian Bryan, the sfumato artist originally from Britain, Heniki and George, the Japanese and American couple who had been friends before each of their spouses passed away, Margaret and Rex from North England, the loud German daredevil, Uk the ice cream loving boy from India, and many many more. I spoke with people, listened to their stories, and for the first time in a while felt that I could do anything. It was as simple as getting up and doing it. I could move. I could get a job. I could travel. Things stopped being an “if I” and became a “when I”. It was refreshing to see bright faces, warm smiles, and life behind peoples eyes.

All things must cease eventually, and into that darkness I had to fly. Each day after my return a little more of my renewed confidence would fade. After a week I found myself nearly crying at a park picnic table with the gut feeling of utter hopelessness. Dim eyes and cold stressed smiles peer back at me again.

When looking at jobs online I found they aren’t as easy to find in Hawaii as the locals led me to believe. Prejudices such as “hire local” are made to stomp out non-residences. This makes it nearly impossible for one to move there without having a large amount of funds set up. When researching further, I found many Kanaka Maoli (indigenous Hawaiians) wish for segregation between themselves and the rest of the people. They have set up Hawaiian Reservations and are legally in the process of attempting to take back their islands. I remembered one bus driver lamenting about the dissipation of the “True Aloha Spirit”, and with sadness I also remembered the difficulty there was in finding authenticity among a tourist based economy.

Question time. So does hope really exist in Hawaii? Is Paradise really Pandora’s Box, or is it just an illusion to it’s largest source of income?
Are we all flying into darkness? When will the sun rise? I want to find out and maybe you do too. If so, keep following me as we seek “hope”, while coming of age in a hopeless era.

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Attempt with Little Recognition

by brits2z on Oct.11, 2011, under Coming of Age in a Hopeless Era

Today I was told about the “Wall Street Occupation”. Immediately I replied “huh? The what?”. This is because so far the mainstream media has not yet picked up the story of the peaceful protestors at Zuccotti Park in New York City. So what’s going on? Why are people there? What are they doing? How long have they been there? The questions kept coming, and now, I have some answers.

Since September 17th protestors have been sitting at, what they now call, “Liberty Park” (real name Zuccotti) in an effort to ignite hope and spark change. For nearly a month, these people from across the country, no, from across the globe, have spent 24 hours, 7 days a week chilling at the park, dumpster diving, sleeping on cardboard, and bundling up in sleeping bags all as a means of peaceful protesting. This group of modern day hippies are hoping to start a non-violent rebellion against “the system”, claiming that we cannot continue living the way we do now. America cannot continue serving under the power of the 1%. America cannot continue to reap irrevocable, un-neccessary, and un-remoresful harm to our planet, ecosystem, and fellow siblings in humanity.

So far, many arguments against the protestors state that the group is trying to wreck the legislative system. However, upon investigation, it has come out that quite the opposite is the case. In protesting, the group has imitated the system in many ways. There are several caucus’s such as the “speak easy caucus”, a general assembly twice daily, different groups or branches to check and balance each other out, representatives, and security. In a way, these protestors at “Liberty Park” have formed their own government, complete with socialized welfare (food committee), legal advice (law committee), spys’ (undercover cops) and much much more.

Other arguments say that “rebellion” is not the way to seek change. Instead people should do as George Washington suggested, and just vote the change in by proper means of terms and order. Others argue back that voting is corrupt and will no longer be effective.

So a question one must ask is,”is this right or wrong?” If so which part? Is there legitimate hope in this occupation? Many don’t believe it will last much longer nor will it have much effect, if any, on society. Others question “what next?” if the rebellion succeeds. Many protestors have admitted to not knowing where this is going to go or what plans to suggest for future change. Is the occupation in itself a hope for change? A hope for the human spirit? A sign that there are some people out there, still willing to take their time and risk their safety for what they believe is right for the future? Or is it instead a resistance to future advancement with a system that isn’t broken, but simply needs more active participants in the “right way” (voting)? You decide and feel free to share any views, comments, questions, or concerns.

More information on the Occupation can be found at: (copy and paste). The link is an article about one of the protestors, a girl nick-named “Ketchup”, experiences and view points of the Occupation thus far.

*Side note* Did you know, right now there is a floating island in the Pacific Ocean made solely of our trash, mainly plastic bottles, while other countries, such as Costa Rica, make conservation a leading importance? States like Hawaii mandate that every new building must have solar panel rooftops. So it is ridiculous to believe that the mainland United States still argues whether or not global warming exists. They are (believe it or not) uncertain of whether all this “recycling crap” is really what it’s cracked up to be. If it weren’t for the rest of the world, or if the rest of the world were made up of “Americans” (referring to the continental U.S. view), we might be needing space ships to live on like in the movie Wall.E.

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A Spark, or Further Decline?

by brits2z on Oct.08, 2011, under Coming of Age in a Hopeless Era

While munching on a bowl of Fiber One cereal with raisins and perusing the internet, I happened upon the news of a man by the name of Scott Anderson. For nearly thirty years Mr. Anderson had been studying for, practicing, and preaching as a Presbyterian minister. In 2010, a couple attempting to blackmail Minister Anderson threatened to “out” his closest secret if he didn’t use his “power” to persuade others in the couples favor. Determined not to be controlled by the greedy couple, Anderson addressed his own congregation and voluntarily announced that he was and still is homosexual. He then, accordingly, stepped down as minister and received a standing ovation.

Since then, Mr. Anderson has been actively participating with a group attempting to repeal the ban the church held against homosexual leaders. Today, Saturday, October 8 2011, Mr. Anderson became the first ordained openly homosexual minister in the Presbyterian Church. In fact, the ordination was led by Rev. Mark Achtemeier, the man largely responsible for the ban in the first place.

So with this news my question is, “Could this be a spark of hope, or is it a further decline?” For many in the homosexual community this is a great spark. The fact that Mr. Anderson can go back to the job he has loved for nearly 30 years, except this time being himself is wonderful. A religious denomination (Presbytarians being the 4th) to accept not only homosexual members, but to allow them to be leaders in the church is outstanding. On the other hand, there are many “old believers” that see homosexuality as a sin. To these believers the church itself is backsliding away from God. Perhaps in reality “hope” is neither expanding nor contracting, but rather gliding over from one hand to the next.

I am tempted to expand this over into a spill about older cultures dying out and being replaced by a more global and blended culture. Mainly because religion in itself is its’ own culture. I find it tremendously sad to see cultures die, however we aren’t just speaking about music and ceremonies here, but instead oppression of human beings. Therefore, being against oppression as I am, I will save my temptation for a cultural rant for another time. It is more important now to look at this individual instance, this religious and human rights revolution, and contemplate the effects of it on our own people.

For more information about the ordainment try looking at,0,1567272.story (just copy and paste).

As always, any questions, comments, concerns, views, opinions, or ideas are welcome. Feel free to comment below or message me.

Thanks for reading,

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Coming of age in a Hopeless Era

by brits2z on Oct.07, 2011, under Coming of Age in a Hopeless Era

Hello invisible readers,

As I fill out what seems to be my 300th job application, read my 5th employment rejection letter, and wait for news on grad school, it starts to sink in just how bad everything is today. For a while I thought it was just me. “My resume must not be good enough.” “I must really have bad luck during the year of the cat”. “Maybe I’m not “meant” for this.” “I’m doomed.” Then I began to realize…I’m competing against graduate degree holding individuals, educated veterans, and people so tightly woven into the networks that their faces scream “I know you!”. Not only that, but I’m also competing with individuals from all across the nation, maybe even globe. Gone are the days where ones current location determined where they could apply to. I myself have applied to 15 jobs in Hawaii and I live 5000 miles away from there.

Graduates today are desperate. Most have student debt looming over their heads and pressure pounding in their chests. After 4 years (minimum) of post secondary schooling, all-nighters, and anxiety attacks, we received our diplomas and had “hope”. 6 months later we graduates are still begging for “real” jobs while fighting tooth and nail for part time basic jobs that don’t require beyond a high school diploma. One can’t help but feel as though they either 1) wasted the past few years of their life, 2) should be doing better than this, and 3)are embarrassed, ashamed, or humbled while being lost, confused, and uncertain. Realistically a bachelors degree holds no weight any more. From what I’ve seen, a masters degree is barely treading water. I hear parents discourage their children from becoming nurses and push them instead to military because at least that’s a guaranteed job. Post after post requires applicants to have a specific bachelors degree, (masters preferable), and 2-5 years professional experience working in the field. For a 22 year old that is (nearly) impossible. One can’t get experience without experience, many university programs do not require internships, and many internships only accept a tiny few in a semester. Even if one is pushed in the right direction, lucky enough to get the internship, and can afford to work without getting paid, they will gain a few months experience that don’t equal the required years mark.
Day after day I watch and listen to the people coming through my check out line pinch their pennies tighter, hoping and praying to stick it out just a little longer. Meanwhile, others say the end isn’t even in sight. Over the past five years alone I have watched the hope of a brighter future slowly fade from customers eyes. It faded when the factories left, grew dimmer when the stocks plummeted, shrunk when prices inflated, and now, with their unemployment checks running out and the holidays approaching, I see eyes almost completely void of hope peering back at me.

With the strain of society, the economy, and our own personal ideals, it’s difficult coming of age in a hopeless era.


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