"pursuing your passion" is usually a one way ticket to poverty!

That's so depressing!

I accepted when I started pursuing zoology that I would probably never get rich but I would make enough to pay the bills and I would be happy. Means more to me than a fat bank account.

I wouldn't take it that way, to be honest you may be very successful in your profession, I just personally dont like taking chances. Keep in mind that is just my opinion. I am sure there are cases of people shooting for the stars and being successful.

I guess I just believed that if you truly love something, you'll work hard to be good at it, so even if you aren't naturally talented hard work will carry you. On top of that, I think the ultimate goal in life is to be happy, and if I'm miserable with a career that I chose for money, what's the point? So I don't really see my career choice as taking a chance... But it might be different in economics, I've never explored that as a career option, haha!

"pursuing your passion" is usually a one way ticket to poverty!

That's so depressing!

I accepted when I started pursuing zoology that I would probably never get rich but I would make enough to pay the bills and I would be happy. Means more to me than a fat bank account.

I wouldn't take it that way, to be honest you may be very successful in your profession, I just personally dont like taking chances. Keep in mind that is just my opinion. I am sure there are cases of people shooting for the stars and being successful.

I guess I just believed that if you truly love something, you'll work hard to be good at it, so even if you aren't naturally talented hard work will carry you. On top of that, I think the ultimate goal in life is to be happy, and if I'm miserable with a career that I chose for money, what's the point? So I don't really see my career choice as taking a chance... But it might be different in economics, I've never explored that as a career option, haha!

You are viewing it as an black and white case.

I always consider that even if you love something, a job is a job. An example:
Let us say (this will probably never happen) I was hired to work for a gaming company doing programming.
I love games, and like coding. However coming up with the math, and setting up the systems for games is VERY HARD work.

So even if I love it, it is still a job. There is always good things and bad things with every job. However, if you are pursuing a career with little to no demand (I am not accusing your pursuit as having zero demand, the demand is simply less than Computer Science, although that is an assumption but I am fairly confident it probably is) it is going to be difficult to find a job in what your "dreams" are.

So my argument is (again, for myself I don't tell other people how to live) why wouldn't I do something that I like, maybe not as much as economics, and have greater job security, then take a chance at having no employment. (Keep in mind I am NOT SAYING that economics has zero demand. What I am saying is Computer Science (programmers usually) is a hot field because people don't like it. Therefore better pay and a better chance of finding employment.)

Nooo I didn't mean to come across as though I was posing a "happy" or "unhappy" view. Just that if someone pursues their passion no matter how frustrated they can get at times if they're working at something they love overall the percentage of happy is in their favor. For example, I love my dog. Sometimes he really pisses me off. It's the nature of pet ownership. But overall I adore him and love having him in my life. See what I was talking about? Nothing black and white about it

I do have to admit I misread what you originally stated. I missed the part where you said you enjoyed coding too so my point is moot! My comments were more geared toward someone that was intentionally pursuing something they didn't care about in order to have a decent job.

I hate my job. Because of my job I think I'm going to have my tubes tied.

I now have 3 cats instead of 2.5... We've decided to keep Satan.

I also wanted to share that today I leg pressed over 300 lbs. I blacked out for a second after my 2nd set, but I was DAMN PROUD.

Random fact - I can say the alphabet backwards...............and type it..............fast

zyxwvutsrqponmlkijhgfedcba !!!

da naaaaaaaaa!

try it!! lol

I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

On this particular day, my mom has sent me to go buy tortillas so that we could have a traditional Mexican meal called Mole. Being that mole is one of my favorite meals, I dashed off to go buy the freshly made tortillas. In my excitement, I failed to look both ways when crossing street to get back to my house. Took one step onto the street and WHAM, a truck slams into me...tortillas go flying one way I go flying the other. I immediately stood up and took off running (when you were in trouble as much as I was, your first reaction is guilt and don't get your *kitten* beat). I ran into the store front of my father's business, we lived in the back. Upon entering the kitchen I sit down at the table...mother, "where's the tortillas?" Me, "uuhhhmmm....I dropped them" (this while looking out to the front of the business). My mom...grabs broom and proceeds to beat me with while telling me that she was sick and tired of having me spend the money on what I wanted.

While in process of getting beat, the man driving the truck runs into the kitchen and of course, he is white as a ghost, tells my mother to stop punishing me. Upon hearing that I just got run over, my mom runs to the cupboard and grabs the can of Crisco (lard) and then starts smearing the lard all over my face. I am fighting her off wondering WTF!! She then lets go of me and goes back to cupboard, grabs the jar of sugar along with a huge ladle. She then grabs me by the head, forces my mouth open and shoves two huge ladle full of sugar.

Of course the man is appalled...stunned into silence. I'm kicking and screaming...chaos.

To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

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To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

What... the *kitten*? O__________O;;;

Is this real life?

All my friends tell me I should write a book about my life....yes, this was my reality. I was 10 years old when this happened.

I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

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To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

What... the *kitten*? O__________O;;;

Is this real life?

All my friends tell me I should write a book about my life....yes, this was my reality. I was 10 years old when this happened.

I would read that book O_o;

Closest I can even get to comparing is one time my mom was spanking me and she broke the spoon on my backside - I laughed (because I'm obnoxious and I laugh at everything) so she got p*ssed and grabbed the meat tenderizer. I ran and she chased me through the house until I found my dad and he talked her down.

My mom is crazy but not crisco and sugar crazy.

Zach.... I understand the ocean fear. I'm fascinated by the ocean yet scared to death of drowning (had a near death experience when I was young). The beach, or any body of water is my source of peace though. I find it calming to watch the waves come in and could sit there for hours. I've gotten better with boats as the years go by, but if I could be anywhere in the world, it would be the beach.

I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

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To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

What... the *kitten*? O__________O;;;

Is this real life?

I dont know if I should laugh or cry at that story SV!!!

How many ladels do you take in your coffee?? lol :laugh:

:smooched:

Love my momma was a saint....I put her though a lot of stuff. I was a little thief, a liar, I would disappear for days at a time starting at that age, used to love to get into fights...

so laugh, laugh all you want. Plenty more stories where this came from.

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I dont know if I should laugh or cry at that story SV!!!

How many ladels do you take in your coffee?? lol :laugh:

:smooched:

OMFGLMFAO

Anna you are precious to me, I have a feeling if we ever hang out there will be lots of laughter

:laugh: Thanks hun, you too!! :flowerforyou:

However, I'm totally thinking SV took me the wrong way. But hey, humour is subjective.....

No way...I totally understood you : ) No worries about me misinterpreting what you wrote.

I hate my job. Because of my job I think I'm going to have my tubes tied.

I now have 3 cats instead of 2.5... We've decided to keep Satan.

I also wanted to share that today I leg pressed over 300 lbs. I blacked out for a second after my 2nd set, but I was DAMN PROUD.

Awesome work!:drinker:

All Mothers are amazing!!! Mine used to wave a hairbrush and scream a lot. And rub soap or hot pepper in my mouth!! (if I was rude). And get our names wrong. And sing really loud even though she couldnt sing a note!! I miss her terribly.......:flowerforyou:

I dunno about that. From about 7 years old to 18 I had a rotten relationship with my mother. It wasn't until I moved out and we developed a more adult bond that we've started getting along quite well. It also helps that I confronted her when I was 21 about how her parenting caused all these issues that I struggle with to this day, but that I forgive her because in the end I know she really didn't know what to make of me.

I was 12 years old, we used to take a greyhound bus to go see my grandmomma who lived an hour away. I had a habit of sticking my head out the window. Mom would always tell me that one day my head was going to stay stuck.

Sure enough, that day came. Slipped my head out and when attempting to put my head back in, my ears would block me from popping back in. My mom said I told you so. After letting me suffer for a few seconds (but what seemed like an eternity back then), she tried to slide the window wider. Nothing, no budge. An amused passenger jumped in to help....nothing. Words gets up to the driver, he pulls over...nothing. I'm stuck...like Winnie The Pooh.

I rode the rest of the way back to the terminal, where I waited until the maintenance folks got off their lunch break. A crowd formed...I felt like one of those people stuck in a mining hole that had collapsed. The entire window had to be taken off...appluase...cheering.

Along with Crisco, Ladles, and Sugar...I have a strong aversion to Greyhound buses.

Maybe Crisco could have helped with that window

Turns out not all mothers are amazing... I think then that good people are amazing.

Jeez! Kits & Jen, I'm sorry your Mother's were less than amazing! :flowerforyou:

I always try and refrain from using the word 'all' as generalising is stooopid! ! ! :embarassed: So, I should have said 'most' but specifically, meant SV's and mine.