Professional ramen eating is a sad truth for writers living in Asia and elsewhere as well. In spite of the excellent packaging, each bowl was bought at a sale for a mere 50 Singapore cents. Thank goodness for Korean supermarkets!
If you have a dream to leave ur folks by a certain age and strike out on ur own, be a banker or any other thing. Because you are likely never going to do it via writing. I have spoken to loads of writers and journalists who spend tons of time crouched over a bowl of ramen and a huge mug of coffee or tea. In fact, when I was 18, I met a British poet who spent 10 years on government benefits. His dad even wondered if something was wrong with his boy. I sure hope he is alive and ok. When I was 16, I had a vision of myself living in a sewer. I hope there are no writers in sewers because they can’t make the rent. Honestly, imagine that kind of life, no wonder most male journalists consider the army option.
About living in a sewer. I am not writing that off because they recently caught some illegal immigrants living in a sewer near my place. So that reality might still happen. I hope there are no writers in sewers because they can’t make the rent. Honestly, imagine that kind of life, no wonder most male journalists end up considering the army option at one point or another.
If you are a girl, and you are not lesbian, consider marriage. Honestly. My cousin, who is also a writer, got married as fast as she could and had a ton of kids. I mean, some ladies can’t wait to get married, and that’s my cousin, she had thought about being a nun when we were younger but decided that marriage was her thing. The moment she realized that she found a guy so fast, I was shocked.
The writing life is easier for a gal who has someone she can depend on, honestly. Especially if she also wants to stop living with her ma and pa. I am talking about the ugly truths of life in our time. Life is hard and its better for two people who can tolerate each other to face the harsh realities together rather than alone. I on the other hand, have always been a loner, so I think I am still relatively sane. I have the darndest luck looking for men. Almost all the guys I dated were gay. (That really brings along with it a whole load of its own problems.)
What can I say, these days when I meet an interested guy, I would also ask if he is gay, given my track record, the chances of meeting a gay guy who needs to “marry” to satisfy the folks who want a grandkid are needless to say, high. And I do not want to be one of those gals who live a sexless life because their husband is gay. (It’s a strange thing that happens a lot here in Southeast Asia. I will talk about it in a future post)
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